Viktorya (Anya).Monday arrived, carrying with it the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth. The storm that had passed during the night had left tiny droplets clinging to every leaf, while the rising sun filtered through the treetops in golden beams that made the forest seem far more welcoming than it truly was. I followed my usual trail toward the school with my hands tucked into the pockets of my coat, breathing in the crisp morning air. The path had become familiar over the past year. A year ago, I would have looked at those woods with fear, flinching at every snapping branch and every rustle of leaves. Now, I knew every bend in the trail, every crooked tree, and every boulder large enough to sit on whenever I needed to rest. Somehow, that forest, that community, had become home. It was strange how a place could stop feeling foreign without ever replacing the longing for the one you'd lost.As I walked, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to Friday's conversation. I'd made my decisi
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