I stand in front of the mirror, eyes tracing the reflection before me. My hair, which had been a light blonde, now shows streaks of silver.
It’s not just a few strands, either—it’s most of it. I reach up, running my fingers through the silver locks, a shiver of realization creeping down my spine.
Since last night, since the garden, I’ve felt different. I feel lighter, freer in my own skin.
The ache in my bones that had plagued me for days, is gone, replaced with a sense of energy I didn’t know I still had.
There’s a hum inside me, too, something subtle, something I’ve never experienced before.
It’s like my senses have been heightened, but more than that—there’s something pulling at me.
I try to ignore it, but it’s impossible. A magnetism, a force that tugs me toward him. Toward
