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The voice trembled, barely more than a whisper, lost in the hollow silence of the room. The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows on the cracked walls, as if even the flame hesitated to bear witness.

He stood by the window, his silhouette carved in twilight, a fragile monument against the dying sun. The world outside was frozen—trees stood like skeletal sentinels, the wind a ghost of its former self. Everything had stilled, except for time, relentless and cruel.

“Will it hurt?” the question lingered, like an echo in a cathedral long abandoned. The man at the table didn’t move, his hands resting on his knees, his jaw clenched tight.

The old man turned slowly, the weight of centuries in his gaze. His face, worn by battles the other could never imagine, bore the cracks of a man who had lived too much and learned too little. Yet in his eyes, there was something tender, something almost soft.

“Yes,” he said, finally, his voice like the rustle of forgotten leaves. “But not in the way you think.”

The younger man lifted his head, his eyes shadowed with questions he couldn’t bring himself to ask. “Then why?”

The old man stepped closer, his boots heavy against the floorboards, each step a silent apology. He knelt before him, their faces inches apart, and reached out, his hand gripping the other’s shoulder.

“Because pain reminds us that we are alive,” he murmured. “Because it is the cost of memory, of love, of all that is real. Without it, we are shadows, fleeting and hollow.”

The younger man closed his eyes, letting the words settle in the cracks of his fragile resolve. A single tear fell, tracing a line down his cheek, quiet but profound.

“And if it breaks me?” he whispered.

The older man smiled, a sad and weary smile. “Then let it. For only in breaking do we see the light that has always been within.”

Outside, the wind stirred, and the first star blinked into existence. Inside, the candle faltered, its flame bowing to the encroaching dark.

And in the quiet, two hearts beat as one, bracing for the inevitable. The question hung unanswered, yet resolved. Yes, it would hurt. But perhaps, just perhaps, that was the point.

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