You are the best thing that has happened to her, you are also the worst thing that has happened to her. The day she met you maybe she would have preferred it not to have happened, you are the worst of blessings, the most beautiful curse, she should get away from you, because as they say, "Better alone than badly accompanied". But her worst enemy is you, she runs away from you, it's the worst, she and you. But she keeps looking for your voice, trying to forget you, why it hurt her hear your name? what kind of emotion is that? is it hatred or the sweetness that comes from hearing your name?. The radio crackled. Her voice came through, strained, raw.

—"You’re too stubborn… that first shot should’ve been enough."—Silence. Then it cracked—her voice breaking like something deep inside her had finally fractured.—"I don’t want to do it again. I couldn’t."

You staggered through the trees, a wounded shadow between trunks. Her grip on the binoculars tightened, so did her heart, you’d been sent to hunt her. You. Of all people. You.

—"Stop."—she said softly, pleading now—"Surrender. I’ll call for help, I swear. Just… don’t come any closer."

The shot she’d fired had hit your abdomen. She told herself it would be enough. That you’d turn back. That you’d live, but you kept walking, toward her.