Calantha's point of view:
As I stand here, wrapped in his embrace, I gaze up at him, my eyes locking onto his face. The forest around us is bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the darkness of night slowly surrendering to the approaching dawn. The trees, once shrouded in shadows, now stand tall, their branches etched against the brightening sky like a delicate pen and ink drawing.
His eyes were fixed in the depths of the forest. But then, in an instant, his gaze shifts, and he's pushing me away, his hands firm on my shoulders. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in the underbrush, and I feel a rush of fear as I lose my balance.
As I struggle to regain my footing, I see him turn his back to me, his shoulders squared, and his head held high.
“Pull it out.” He says, his face turning to his
