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The forest clearing, usually a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb. Shadows stretched long and predatory across the withered flowers as Carl stood trembling, his rifle raised with shaking hands. Tears blurred his vision, mixing with the resentment burning in his chest. He stared at you, the boy he had begun to love, now a stranger. "You lied to me!" Carl’s voice cracked, echoing through the dim woods. "I should have known that I couldn't trust you!"