*Marisol POV*
Rough wood pressed against my back, a solid comfort against the storm inside me. My breath came out in shallow gasps, fogging up the tiny, grimy window of the abandoned shack I found myself in. I didn’t know where I was, only that the moon outside was the same one that had witnessed my reckless decision to run.
Aurora lingered at the edges of my consciousness, her presence faint but unwavering. Aurora, I whispered, the name tasting like a plea on my tongue. I whispered, the tremor in each syllable slipping past my guarded facade. I’m scared.
Where are we? She asked in a faint voice.
Why did I run? The echo of my footsteps away from Charles now haunts me, a symphony of my making, each step a note of panic and confusion. What was I fleeing from? The fear of rejection or the
