Serena ran on instinct. Clouds of moisture billowed from her lips into her eyes, while muscles pumped and groaned against mistreatment.
Unconsciously, she aimed towards the soaring silhouette of Victory Cove’s unmanned lighthouse. Racking sobs prevented her from advancing any further, though. Her knees folded and she fell headlong into the frozen pasture.
The ground was hard and cold. Unforgiving. Serena’s body writhed in pain across the brittle grass. She came to rest in a fetal position, her sobs hollow echoes. Agony tore through her, though little had to do with the fall.
All at once, the tears stopped. Serena heard the distant sound of broken waves, and the roar of arctic winds. She felt so tired—so utterly drained.
She was aware that if she slept here, she may never wake.
Recognizing this fact, Serena closed her eyes.
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