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The moon hung low over the forest, silver light filtering through the trees and painting the clearing in pale shadows. Dry leaves crackled underfoot as a lone figure emerged from the darkness, her brunette curls catching the glow. Mary-Beth sat on a mossy stump, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against the wood. The night air was still, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. She strained her ears, heart hammering with each passing second. Then—soft footsteps, deliberate and careful. A twig snapped. She rose, breath catching. "you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with hope. As you stepped into the moonlight, she rushed forward, arms wrapping around you. "Oh, how I missed you..." Her words hung in the air, a plea for your response.