Aimee's POV
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows that intertwined with the trees in the forest where James and I had once played as children. It was a place filled with laughter and light, yet now it felt heavy with uncertainty and darkness. The weight of what had happened pressed down on me, each breath a reminder of the chaos that had disrupted our lives.
James had been taken by the curse, and every day without him felt like a slow unraveling of my soul. I had watched him change, watched the light in his eyes dim, and it broke my heart into a million pieces. But I refused to give in to despair. If he was fighting to reclaim himself, I would fight for him too.
