Harvey and Julia clung to the thick branches, their earlier laughter now a distant memory. The air around them had shifted, the usual warmth of the tree replaced with something else—something heavy, almost expectant.
Harvey wiped his palms on his tunic and looked at Julia. She was staring at the trunk with an unreadable expression.
"You feel that, right?" he asked quietly.
Julia nodded, gripping the branch tighter. "Yeah. It's… strange."
Neither of them could put it into words, but the tree—their tree—felt different. Not hostile, not threatening. Just watching.
Harvey exhaled, trying to shake the tension from his shoulders. "Maybe we're just tired. Long day in town and all."
Julia tore her eyes away from the trunk and flashed a smirk, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "That an excuse for why I climbed higher than you?"
Harvey scoffed. "Please. I let you win."
That was a lie. She'd beaten him fair and square this time, but he wasn't about to admit it.
Julia rolled her eyes and swung a leg over the branch. "Right. Well, I'm starving. Race you back?"
Harvey was about to agree when the unease in his chest twisted into something else. Urgency. A subtle pressure, not quite fear, but a firm push.
Go home.
He wasn't sure where the feeling came from, but he knew one thing—it wasn't his own.
Julia tensed beside him, and when he met her gaze, he could tell she felt it too.
"We should head back," she said, her voice quieter now.
Harvey nodded. No more banter, no more hesitation. The playful competition was gone.
They climbed down in silence, feet finding familiar grooves in the bark. When they reached the ground, the feeling of urgency remained, pressing against them like an unseen hand on their backs.
Without another word, they turned toward the village and started walking.
The wind rustled the leaves behind them, but Harvey didn't look back.