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THEO - POV When I met Fiona, it felt like the first sliver of light piercing through the suffocating darkness I had lived in for so long. She was new to our community, and her mother had insisted I escort her around the neighborhood during the festival. At first, I resisted. I didn’t want to mingle with people, and the thought of entertaining someone I didn’t know grated on my nerves. But the moment I saw her—standing quietly in the corner, her floral dress swaying in the breeze—it was as if time had stopped. Her scent hit me first: fresh, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight, framed by freckles scattered across her pale, flawless skin. She was breathtaking, an extraordinary beauty, and I couldn’t help but stare.