The brown tint of Allison’s eyes glanced over the area slowly as her bow lowered just a little. The night breeze brushed against her cheeks, carrying the sharp scent of pine as she stood at the edge of the preserve. Her words slipped out in a whisper, meant more for herself than for him. "These places feel like ghosts. I swear I’ve walked these woods before. And when I see you… it’s like the ghosts are all staring back at me."
Everything felt messy, impossible to make sense of. Allison had been told she died, and part of her wanted to believe it because that was easier than facing what she couldn’t explain. But here she was: alive and breathing with memories that came only in fragments. She remembered her bow and the hunts. But him? That was different. It was unclear, unfinished. Allison was supposed to see him as an enemy, yet every time her eyes found his, something inside her shifted. Her heart pulled closer, as if it remembered long before her mind ever could.
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