HEART OF THE NIGHT

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anted. For a long time, both of them just remained somewhere in dreamland. At long last, Alice talked. "I need to go," she said, her voice loaded up with trouble.

up going gaga for Ethan, attracted to his solidarity and his benevolence. He was all that she had at any point needed in a mate, and she realized that she had at long last found her actual home. But even as she sunk into her new life, Alice couldn't shake the memory of the outsider. He had been her most memorable love, and she realize that she would constantly convey a piece of him with her. One night, as she sat by the fire with Ethan, she ende

and, squeezing it tenderly. "W

now it's hard," he said, his voice delicate. "Yet, you need to recollect for what reason we're here. We're constructing another life, another pack. Also, we need to zero in on the present and the future, not the past."Alice gestured, her contemplations consumed by the memory of the outsider. She realized that Ethan was correct, yet she could not shake the inclination that she was leaving something significant behind. Over the following couple of months, Alice hurled herself entirely into her work with, not set in stone to put the memory of the more peculiar behind her. She prepared m

ing something significant behind. The following day, Alice chose to have some time off from her obligations and go on a performance watch. She wanted a chance to think, an opportunity to clear her head. As she meandered through the woods, she wound up reconsidering the outsider. She was unable to help it - the recollections overflowed back, overpowering her with their intensity. But then something grabbed her eye - a weak fragrance on the breeze, one that she hadn't seen previously. She followed it, her impulses driving her more profoundly into the forest. And then she saw him

aid, his voice scarcely over a whisper. Alice moved forward, her heart beating in her chest. She realizes that she ought not to be here, that she ought not to be conversing with the out

"Alice felt a flood of feeling gushing inside her. She realizes that she ought to dismiss and walk, that she ought to leave the more interesting behind for the last time. In any case, something