Aiden’s POV
Talia was waiting at a wooden bench in the park, a park people hardly visited anymore since the newly commissioned park opened. Now it was sparse with people, only lovers who wanted privacy and some people who appreciated the quiet came here. She wasn’t seated… she was just pacing around it. When I got closer to where she was, I noticed she was nervous, agitated and had her hands twisting the ends of her sleeves like her entire life was bordered on this singular meeting.
The precious effects of the pendant…
The second she saw me, all of that anxiety melted into the ground, she smiled fully, soft and wide like the world immediately made sense as I came into the picture.
It was pathetic how easy it was to pull her strings not just from the little effect of the pendant but
