The wind’s whisper tonight felt like a promise. I kept thinking about Vex’s words by the river—how the water had been too cold, how the stones felt heavy under his hands. My stomach ached more than usual, and my legs felt like they’d been walking for days. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place, the old ruins where the trees lean in like they’re waiting. Maybe it’s because the silence there is different. Not empty, but full. Like the wind is holding its breath.
I had a moment this morning where the air grew heavy, and for a second, I felt like the stones beneath my feet were speaking. Not words, but something deeper—like the ground was remembering. Vex said he’d come back, but now I wonder if he’ll ever find me. My thoughts spiral so fast sometimes, like the river rushing past rocks. I don’t want to be scared, but I can’t stop wondering what’s waiting in the dark.
I close my eyes now. The wind’s still whispering. I hope it’s not too late to find my way back.