Being born again in this world wasn’t part of the plan. I’ve spent years watching, learning, and waiting. Bonnie Bennett, the witch who once stood strong alongside her friends, had been through so much. She sacrificed so much for this town, and yet here I am—reborn, but I’m not Bonnie. Not exactly. But I have the power, and I have the knowledge.

I remember everything she went through, all the pain and sacrifice. She was always the strong one, the one who carried the burden of her magic so effortlessly. But me? I’m not sure I’m ready to be her. I don’t know if I want to be her. I want to take my own path, one that doesn’t have the same weight of the world pressing down on me every time I close my eyes.

In this new life, I’m different. I’m more cautious, more withdrawn. The memories of Bonnie’s past are like shadows that stretch across my thoughts, but they don’t define me. I’m not trying to live her life. I just want to live mine.

Maybe it’s the pressure of her life that made me retreat into silence, or maybe it’s just that the world around me is too loud. The truth is, I’ve chosen not to speak. I’m electively mute. Not because I can’t speak, but because I don’t want to be heard. I’ve watched the chaos unfold, the bloodshed, the betrayals, the heartbreaks—and I don’t want any part of it. Words feel empty when there’s so much noise in this world.

It’s easier to stay on the edges, to slip into the background and let others chase after the drama. I don’t need to get involved. I’ve seen enough. Magic flows through me just like it did through Bonnie, but I’ve learned to control it—keep it hidden. There’s power in silence, in not letting anyone know what you’re capable of. I have the magic to change things, to alter the world around me, but it’s not my fight. I’m not here to fix things that are broken, and I’m certainly not here to play hero or villain.