Sacrifices

Rhea's footsteps echoed in the crisp evening air as she hurriedly left their house, the thick snow muffling each step she took. Following Draven's footprint in the snow, she strained to catch up. The cold wind hit her face as she ran toward the frozen forest, her breath visible in the icy night.

As she closed in, Rhea could hear his footsteps growing fainter, and panic gripped her. She was panting heavily. In her current condition, she wasn't supposed to be running like this, but then how could she stand back when something wasn't right with Draven?

Rhea increased her pace as she caught a glimpse of his figure, she couldn't see his face, but she sensed him avoiding her. The more she increased her pace, the more he also increased his pace. He really was avoiding her, a painful realization of the distance growing between them.