AZALEA'S POV
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My gaze sweeps left to right across the woods. I spot Corbin sitting against a tree, knees hiked to his chest, his elbow rested against his knee caps. His one hand is in his raven hair, gripping the dark strands tight. His other is busy drawing something in the ground with a stick. The closer I get, I notice how his toes wiggle up and down, the frown etched into his face is unsettling. I walk faster. A twig snaps underneath my boot, and his gaze snaps up to mine hastily. His sapphire eyes instantly soften. "About f*****g time," he jumps to his feet, walking over to me.
Each step has a goal behind it-- getting to me.
My heels dig into the dirt before we almost collide. His hands cup my face, eyebrows furrowed together, "What happened?" In all his seriousness, I frown to
