The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

As I moved further, my footsteps echoed in the silence, my eyes scanning every corner in search of the golden necklace that held so much significance. The cabin seemed unchanged since the last time we were here, yet an undeniable sense of foreboding lingered in the air.

Finally, I reached the bedroom where Luke had surprised me with the necklace, the memory still vivid in

my

mind. My heart skipped a beat as I approached the dresser, where he had laid out the delicate piece

of jewelry.

There it was, nestled among the trinkets and mementos. And as I reached out to take it, I heard some footsteps, causing me to cease my movements.

With a silent gasp, I turned around and could hear the footsteps getting close.

What the hell is that? I could only ask myself in my head. Because, at the moment, I was too terrified to

utter a word.

My fingers closed around the golden necklace, and the metal cooled against my skin as I lifted it from its resting place. The soft light filtering through the curtains danced across its surface, casting shimmering

reflections on the walls.

But before I could fully grasp the weight of relief, the sound of footsteps echoed through the cabin once more, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart raced in my chest as I turned towards the door my senses on high alert.

With cautious steps, I made my way out of the bedroom, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet with each movement. Every shadow seemed to morph and shift in the dim light, playing tricks on my mind as i scanned the room for any sign of intruders.

But there was nothing. There was no looming figure in the darkness, no source for the mysterious footsteps that had sent me into a panic just moments before. I let out a shaky breath, the tension slowly seeping from my body as I realized I was alone.

feeling that something was not quite right. Was it just my imagination, fueled by exhaustion and fear? Or was there truly something lurking

the cabin. With each step, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand and push aside the creeping sense of paranoia that threatened to consume me.

leading out of the cabin, I cast one last glance around the room, searching for any sign of movement or

leaves outside.

I stepped out into the cool night air, feeling the comforting weight of the necklace against my chest. Whatever had happened back there, I told myself

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moment of fear in the

me. With a quickened pace, I hurried back to my car, eager to leave the eerie silence of the forest behind

mind once more. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the encounter than I had initially thought. But for now, all I could do was focus on Luke and hope that he would soon awaken from his coma, bringing an end to

had plagued

haunting melody. The unease that had gripped me lingered, refusing to dissipate even in the harsh light of

The familiar sights and sounds of the hospital corridor provided some semblance of comfort amidst

sight of Luke lying motionless on the bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

DE DOD

the floor beside the bed, I cradled the golden necklace in my hands, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. The memories of happier times flooded

what we had lost.

lingering over the inscription that spoke of Luke’s love for me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I gazed at him, willing him to wake up and return

more. The fear that Luke might never

my eyes, I whispered a silent prayer, a plea to bring Luke back to me. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing this alone, of losing him without

of the night were more than just a figment of my imagination: The footsteps in the cabin and the hooded figure were too real to dismiss

necklace against Luke’s bedside table, a silent promise to never give up hope. As I leaned back against the edge of the bed, I vowed to stay by his side, no matter what darkness awaited us in the days

how I went to sleep.

a sense of unease in the air like a heavy fog. The soft hum of machines and the distant sounds of the hospital filled the room, with everywhere

dark.

form, a wave of sadness washed over

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