Caspian Storm

She collapsed in front of me, her legs folding beneath her, and I caught her before she hit the ground.

Her skin was warm, soft, real. My arms locked around her instinctively, cradling her against my chest.

I don’t know how long I stood there with her in my arms, but eventually, my feet started moving. The forest floor was cold beneath my bare soles, pine needles sticking to our skin, but I couldn’t care less. My heart thundered, every beat syncing with ...