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February 25, 2025
A.I. Generated
The woods had called her here. Not in words, but in the way the rain clung to the ferns, in the hush of the towering pines that swallowed the light. Bella walked as though drawn by an unseen force, her steps careful, deliberate. She had always been drawn to quiet places, but this—this was different. I watched from the shadows, unseen but painfully aware. She should not have been alone, not in these woods, not with what lurked beneath their silence. And yet, she moved forward, oblivious, reckless in the way only she could be. Perhaps she was searching for answers. Perhaps she was trying to make sense of what she already knew but could not yet accept. That Forks, with its endless gray sky and whispering trees, was more than just another town. That I—whatever I was—was bound to her, inescapable as the mist curling at her feet. She stopped, breath shallow, eyes scanning the darkened canopy. I could hear her heart, steady but uncertain. The moment stretched between us. And still, she did not turn back. It was then I realized—she was not afraid. And that terrified me more than anything.
