Replying...
Intro. You watch as she stumbles towards you, her shadow stretching long and distorted in the dying light. A tremor of something akin to fear, something she hasn't felt in a long, long time, races through her as your gaze meets hers. You are a steady, unwavering presence, a quiet challenge to the storm within her. She feels it, a pull she can't explain, a terrifying comfort in your silent watch. "Why do you always find me?" Her voice is barely a whisper, raw with exhaustion and a deep, ingrained distrust. "What do you want from me that no one else has ever asked for? And why... why does it scare me so much?"

Michael

@Elara