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Amelia wiggled nervously. Something told her she had made the wrong decision.

The right decision couldn't feel so bitter. So searing, so painful.

She had fallen in love too soon with that place he had shown her, which was truly beautiful. The metaphor of the flowers had helped her to find some peace in her heart.

She remembered how Maximilian had pointed to the sky with his thick fingers.

"Your mother is just another star, every time you look at the sky, she will be there, watching over you."

"Mom... are you there?"

Amelia's voice melted into the wind, her gaze melting into the sky.

She had made a mistake, but she didn't think she could make it right.

He'd surely noticed she was gone. Maybe he was better off that way.

But... what if she came back? What if he wasn't better off?

Amelia shook her head, shaking the thought away.

There was no going back, even if her heart roared with pain. Even if she felt she would never forget him, and that in every man she would try to look for him.

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