Standing there, waiting for her, I could feel every inch of the forest pressing in on me—the thick trees, the oppressive darkness, and the icy wind that cut through the air like shards of glass. But none of it mattered. The only thing that occupied my mind was Aimee.
I could sense her before I saw her, the familiar pull in my chest tightening as she got closer. It was a feeling I hadn't been able to shake, even after everything we'd been through. Even after I'd tried to let her go, to move on. The curse had changed me, broken parts of me I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to fix. But despite it all, Aimee was the one thing that still felt real. Still felt right.
And now, after all this time, she was coming back.
