Genevieve:
"Thank you," I sniffled, averting my gaze from him. I felt a twinge of embarrassment for letting my emotions get the better of me and sharing my secrets with him. They weren’t significant secrets, but they revealed my flaws, and I didn’t want to appear miserable in front of them.
"It’s okay. Your secrets are safe with me," he smiled, his eyes shifting to the knife in his hand.
"I have a collection of these, but they’re no ordinary knives. I’ve achieved great things with them, so they hold great importance to me," he stated, his gaze filled with affection for his cherished blades. Before I could even contemplate what to say next, he swiftly retrieved the black leather bag and placed the knives inside.
He then proceeded to walk away, disappearing into the woods. I knew he woul
