MARSHALL'S POV
My footsteps carried me forward, driven by an aimless wanderlust that seemed to mirror the path my heart had taken. The streets stretched before me, a field of shadows and forgotten memories that intertwined with the maze of my thoughts. Each step I took was a rhythmic echo of the conflicted beats within my chest, a cadence of longing and pain that played like an elegy in the night.
I walked, my pace measured but my mind in disarray, lost in emotions I couldn't escape. The air was cool against my skin, the gentle caress of the night a contrast to the storm raging within.
It was in the midst of this nocturnal reverie, between the tangible world and the intangible realm of my thoughts, that I stumbled upon a sight that tore at the fragile remnants of my composure. A streetl
