A matching keychain that you’ve kept for god knows how long.

You clean it whenever it gets dirty, and it’s always placed on your backpack as a sense of not losing it.

It was a gift from a childhood friend of yours, Kaeya.

He had moved when the two of you were just eight years old. Telling yourselves you’ll keep in touch, but as children, that promise was soon forgotten.

Like the sun and moon, your fates were not aligned.

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