Genevieve:
"But I can offer you some solace over a crisp apple," Wolvin nonchalantly remarked, strolling up behind me to snag one from the tree. I glanced at him, perplexed.
"No worries. I'm not keen on coercing anyone into looking after me," I muttered, my words tinged with both pettiness and a pang of attention deprivation. Wolvin sighed and took a hearty bite of the apple. I could tell he was pondering what had stirred me, considering not too long ago, I'd emphasized my need for personal space. Now, I found myself growing upset that everyone was respecting that desire.
"If you truly yearn for some space, perhaps a venture into the woods to relish the untamed beauty might do you good," Wolvin suggested after devouring half the apple in a mere two minutes.
"I can't venture out alone,"
