Aria’s POV
I’m running through these woods again. This time, no one chases me. So why am I running so fast? Oh, right, I must have forgotten... I love this. The way the breeze rushes over me, the way my muscles stretch and sing, it’s all so beautiful. The world looks brighter today, too, as if my vision had been cloudy and everything was finally in focus. Now that I think of it, the forest even smells different to me, my nostrils assaulted by the scents of every passing chipmunk and traces of where others have ran before me. It’s wild!
Drunk on freedom, I race through the trees, my feet instinctively knowing where to carry me. I know I’m looking for someone, but I can’t remember who. I burst into the clearing, expecting to see somebody here, but there’s only an empty dock, not even a si
