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The sky was too blue.
Too bright. Too cheerful for a day that felt like the sun should've hidden behind clouds and let them mourn in peace.
Malvin's flight was in less than twenty-four hours.
But they didn't talk about that.
They spent the day like they had many before - walking, laughing, sitting close but not too close, trying to pretend like