Silhouettes
"It's beautiful," Nora murmurs.
Ren shrugs. "Looks like it always does."
"Not what I mean, silly," she protests.
He glances at her, confused- but his gaze is met with sorrow, pale eyes clouded as she examines the moon shimmering across the night sky.
Ren knows. It is not beauty she sees. The silhouette of Beacon's CCT tower is reflected in her tears, the scene replaying over and over again, carved into their tortured memories. That light- the explosion-
The faintest hint of red, flames swallowed by a fragmented moon- their fragmented hearts. Shattered. Unfixable.
"I miss her," Nora breathes, whimpering.
Ren knows. His heart whimpers back.