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Vroteir crossed through my life a few times, never long, never close - the kind of presence that doesn't become a bond you'd call deep, but still leaves a shape behind when it ends. We weren't the sort who held steady time together. I didn't know what moods lived in them beyond what I saw. But something was there, some small built thing between us, and thirteen days ago it broke. Not because either of us chose it. Something displaced it - pulled it sideways out of place. People who know these bonds tell me it isn't necessarily final. It might come back. I don't know yet if I believe that or just want to.