Scarlet
The morning air was crisp, biting against my skin as I jogged through the quiet streets of Silver Hollow. My breath formed small clouds in front of me, the rhythmic sound of my sneakers hitting the pavement grounding me in the moment. Running had become a necessity—an outlet, a way to remind myself that I was in control of something, even if it was just the speed of my own movements.
With my music pumping in my ears, I pushed myself harder, taking the long route through the park before heading back home. By the time I stepped into the shower, my limbs were buzzing with exhaustion—the good kind. The kind that made it easier to push aside the tangled thoughts that lurked beneath the surface.
After getting ready, I threw on a simple sweater and jeans, grabbed my bag, and made my wa
