Frankie:
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the forest in shades of gold and crimson, I sat alone on the mossy floor, my knees drawn to my chest.
The warmth of Mist and Agnar's presence still lingered, but it wasn't enough to fill the void left by their disbelief.
The forest around me seemed to breathe, the rustling leaves and distant chirping birds a sharp contrast to the storm raging within me. Rowan's memories still burned in my mind, a haunting reminder of the truth I carried.
I closed my eyes, letting the cool evening air wash over me, trying to ground myself. But the ache in my chest wouldn't fade. Their rejection was a knife, twisting deeper with every passing moment. This time, it hurt far worse than with Tyner. This time... This time, it felt like a slow form of de
