The moon was rising.
I stood at the edge of the ridge, my feet planted firmly against the earth, the wind biting at my skin. The sky was a deep purple, fading into black, the stars scattered across the night like silver confetti. The moon, full and bright, was climbing higher with every second, casting its light across the land. It felt like a moment suspended in time—like the world was holding its breath.
I wasn’t holding mine. I was breathing deeply, each inhale feeling heavier than the last. The night stretched out before me, empty and vast, and yet it was suffocating. Everything felt too quiet, too still. Like the calm before the storm. And I could feel it, crawling up my spine.
Tired. I was tired.
Tired of running. Tired of looking over my shoulder every damn minute, waiting for t
