{Music Recommendation: Six feet under ~ Billie Eilish}
Lois ran, her feet pounding against the rocky path as if the earth itself demanded her persistence. Still, she didn't stop. Ahead, she could see the faint trace of Rhane— the broad shoulders, the steady gait that had stolen her heart and breath.
The sole reason she was scrambling through the thick woods unfazed.
Hart's words still rang in her mind like church bells that refused to quiet.
'Must you go that far?'
'You know it's alright to stop…'
She almost wished she could. To just sit by the side of the trail, to breathe, to cry, to let the wind bury her shame. But Lois had never been the type to surrender. Giving up was for people who had the luxury of trying again. She had none of that.
It had always been now or never for her. Take the stake while it's sharp and carve her own path.
