Cassian
The past
The forest is my favorite place after having a little argument with my father. I would stand there, observing and listening to the conversations of the trees—words I cannot comprehend, yet I always find comfort in their sound.
And there she was again.
I spotted her near the clearing, her blonde hair catching the moonlight, her green eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. She was just standing there, watching me, as if waiting for me to make the first move. She always appeared like this—silent, mysterious, like some ghost from a forgotten dream.
Something snapped inside me.
For months, I had been haunted by her. Every time I saw her, I felt something dark, something unnerving that tugged at me, but I'd never questioned it until now. Enough was enough. If she was re
