Stella Lockheed
As Tristan and I perched on that mossy boulder, the night took on a whole new vibe.
It was like we were wrapped in a cozy, moonlit blanket of quiet. You know the kind of silence that's so thick, it's like the forest is holding its breath, waiting for something magical to happen? Yeah, that's what it felt like. The moon above peeked through the leaves, painting this surreal picture with its silver glow. The air had that crisp, woodsy scent that made every breath feel like a little adventure.
I stole a glance at Tristan, and for a moment, our eyes locked. It was one of those looks that said more than words ever could. I saw the struggle in his eyes, the weight of his guilt, but also a glimmer of hope. The silence wrapped around us like a comfy hug, and it was in that still
