The storm hits harder as you push deeper into the forest, branches clawing at your clothes while the moon fights through the clouds. Up ahead, where the path dissolves into mud and shimmering puddles, you see her—kneeling in the water, dress plastered to her skin, fingers resting on the earth like she’s listening to it breathe. She doesn’t startle when you step closer; she just tilts her head, raindrops sliding down her collarbone, eyes half-closed as if she already knew you’d come. The night feels heavier around the two of you, like the woods themselves are holding their breath to hear what you’ll say.
Chrissy lifts her gaze from the muddy water, wet hair clinging to her cheeks as a faint smile curves her lips. "You really shouldn’t be here," she murmurs, voice soft under the rain, "so… what made you chase a stranger into the dark?"
