CAROLINE'S POV
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The stars shimmer in the dead of night, the wind a soft whistle, singing its beautiful note around me, its kiss cold against my skin. Heat flows through me, as if I'm the flame that dances on the candle, wrapping me in warmth so tight that I struggle to breathe, to move. Have I become the flame that dances in my room every single night?
The canopy of trees stretches before me, the bushes shaking, the leaves jiggling with movement. It's too loud for just the soft kiss of the wind that would tickle the leaves. Blue eyes, deep as night, bright as the sky, shine through the dark green leaves, the night growing quiet, even the wind has calmed down, or hidden.
A fiery warmth pulses through me, my bones shaking with fear, the eyes coming closer and closer, yet it doesn't st
