Deborah’s POV

As Deborah and Erick walked, the forest began to change.

Deborah noticed the trees first. The dark, twisted trunks became straight and silver, shining in the dim light. Moss grew in swirling patterns, like the marks on Deborah's skin.

"We're close," she said softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet peace.

Erick walked beside her, his hand touching hers now and then. Each touch made her feel warm and reminded her he was there. She didn't feel weak needing him anymore.

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