THIRD PERSON
The forest does not forget. Rather, it watches and also listens, and sometimes, it brings the lost back together.
Night settles heavily over the rogue territory.
The air is thick, restless, alive with unseen movement.
Somewhere between shadow and silence, a figure stumbles through the trees.
Barefoot and unsteady.... laughing… then crying… then laughing again.
Confusing, isn't it?
Bella....
Her hair is wild.
Her eyes unfocused.
Her mind... fractured beyond repair.
“Henry…” she whispers, her voice breaking into a giggle. “You said you’d wait…” she says then pauses. Then, sudden rage erupts.
“LIAR!”
Her voice echoes through the trees, sending birds scattering into the night.
"You lied to me! You were my only hope!"
She clutches her head, dropping to her knees as
