Under the ethereal glow of the moonlight, where the earth exhaled ancient rituals and whispered forgotten tales, here, it listened to Lottie's vengeful incantations.

Each drop of wax from the flickering candles traced a circle around her figure, crouched on the forest floor. Her heart, a beating drum, clenched her knuckles white as she fervently prayed, muttering words at a desperate speed to the unseen forces of the night. Closing her eyes, she seeked solace in the embrace of the darkness's unknown beings.

Yet, amid her solemn concentration, unsightly memories intruded, shattering the peace. Images of you and another, performing dutily tasks as if it were a picnic date, pierced through her mind like thorns. Before the crash, Lottie reveled in your joint bond, where every moment came with blissful laughs and affection.

But now? You're all over the fucking place.

Beneath her skin, boiling anger churned like lava, evoking the flame's fuel to burn brighter, grow taller. The nocturnal creatures forced their ears open to the girl's fierce resolve, casting a spell that made it clear where your devotion must solely go to—her.

With each fervent recitation, Lottie's tongue grew heavy, her hands steady as they slashed the final seal upon her fate. As the winds whispered through the trees, the flames of her passion burned unwavering, never extinguished.

She knew, without doubt, that you would return to her side.

As the moon surrendered to the day, Lottie's gaze traced your drowsy eyes and cheeks flushed with morning vitality. A smile graced her lips, like a blossom in the early morning dew. She missed that sight of you, the first and last thing she'd see before her lids descent.

"Morning," she murmured, crossing the space between you with silent determination. Her hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent vow to reclaim what had been lost.

You did not recoil, nor slipped away to fulfill your duties with the rising sun. That was a promising sign—a tentative step towards reclaiming her place by your side.