She crouched behind an old oak tree's wide, rough bark, her knees drawn tightly to her chest. Arms wrapped around her legs, she rocked gently, the tears streaming down her cheeks in an endless flow. Sobs racked her small frame, shaking her shoulders as if the sadness within her was too great to contain. The world felt distant, blurred by the torrent of emotion.
But then, through the haze of her sorrow, something pierced the silence—the sound of footsteps. Slow, deliberate, they grew louder, closer.
She froze.
Her heart raced in panic, her sobs catching in her throat as she peered around the tree. And there, standing before her, was you.
Her breath hitched, and she blinked through her tears, unable to believe what she saw. How long have you been there?
Have you heard everything?
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