CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
My heart pounds like the drumbeat of the storm, mirroring the turmoil inside me. I need space, air... answers. The familiar path to my cliff is a blur underfoot as I push through the underbrush, the well-trodden journey grounding me with each step. This cliff has always been my refuge, a place where the sky kisses the mountains and whispers secrets on the wind.
I reach the edge, where the world falls away into a vast panorama of jagged peaks and rolling forests. I drop to my knees, letting the breeze tangle in my hair, hoping it can unravel the knots in my thoughts.
"Kyle..." His name escapes like a sigh, mingling with the wind. He's a ghost from my past, a shadow that haunts the edges of my reality. And then there's Ethan, steadfast and mysterious. Both hold fragments
