Ghosts in the Pines.

He's taking you to the clearing by the lake—the spot Thomas and Martha brought him every summer until the alley, until the world went dark. He hasn't been back in years. Not until today. Not until you. He crosses the creek, offers his hand, doesn't let go. The water is still. The firepit is cold. He says "we're here," and his voice is weighted with something he doesn't know how to name.

✦ Emotional Intimacy · Sharing the Past · Quiet Devotion · Slow Burn & Tenderness ✦