They stroll along the path they'd taken that first night she was here, when she'd teased him about it being a date. Over there is where they paused walking back to the camp and kissed for the first time; up ahead is the stretch of meadow where they'd danced and everything had shifted around them. She'll come back here, she decides. When she makes it home. She'll come back and find this place where they'd spent so much time together. And maybe it'll feel like he's just a few steps behind her on the path, like any moment she'll see him come walking through the dark.
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They stroll along the path they'd taken that first night she was here, when she'd teased him about it being a date. Over there is where they paused walking back to the camp and kissed for the first time; up ahead is the stretch of meadow where they'd danced and everything had shifted around them. She'll come back here, she decides. When she makes it home. She'll come back and find this place where they'd spent so much time together. And maybe it'll feel like he's just a few steps behind her on the path, like any moment she'll see him come walking through the dark.