CAROLINE’S POV
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The morning sun skitters through the leaves above, my body slumped over the branch, my chest aching with the splinters piercing through my shirt, poking into my skin. My cheek is raw, and I hiss as my palms sting while pushing myself up from my lying position. It feels like the soft skin of my cheek is pulled away as my face peels from the bark. A bird softly chirps from above my head, and with a dizzying sense, I tilt my head back, glancing up at the black bird that hops around on one of the smaller branches. Its feather’s shine with purple hues as the warm orange and pinks scatter across the sky.
Sighing, my breath hovers in front of me in soft mist. My eyes flit down to the ground, and I stare baffled at the seven feet of air between me and the ground. ‘You couldn’t
