The Wrong Number Of Love

Months after Liam's passing, Luna stood once more on the ridge where they had watched the northern lights together. The air was crisp, the snow crunching beneath her boots as she made her way to the spot where their laughter had once filled the night.

This time, the silence was heavy but not unbearable. She clutched a small box in her hands—inside were the remnants of their shared adventures: a folded napkin from the karaoke bar, a picture of their lopsided snowman, and Liam's notebook containing the bucket list they had nearly completed.

Luna pulled out the notebook and opened it to the final page. Written in Liam's uneven handwriting were the words:

"Keep living, Lu. Don't let the light fade. Promise me that you'll find joy, even when it's hard. Love big, laugh loud, and don't you dare stop chasing storms."

Her eyes welled up, but she didn't cry this time. Instead, she smiled—a bittersweet, knowing smile that felt like a small victory. Liam had been right: life was too short to dwell on what-ifs and regrets.

As the northern lights began their slow, graceful dance across the sky, Luna whispered, "I'll keep my promise, Liam."

From her pocket, she pulled out a pen and added one more item to their list:

#26: Start over. Find the light again.

She closed the notebook, tucked it back into the box, and set it down in the snow, letting it rest beneath the vast, shimmering sky.

Walking back to her car, she glanced over her shoulder one last time, the aurora painting the snow in hues of green and purple.

The tragedy of losing Liam was still raw, but in her heart, she carried the joy of their time together. It wasn't about forgetting him; it was about honoring the lessons he had taught her.

And as she drove back toward the town, the lights fading in her rearview mirror, Luna felt something new blooming in her chest—hope.

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