The night had already broken once, their screams echos to the sky.
Wren found Hazel and Hazel's lips claimed hers, when the world they both feared losing snapped back into place with a single desperate kiss.
Hazel wasn't satisfied so Wren couldn't just left her unattended. She is here to serve her.
But as the night broke something else broke after that.
Something quieter...
Deeper...
Something that had been caged inside both of them for far too long...And tonight..? They are going to release it all.
The island was silent except for the restless sea.
There were no walls, no lights, no witnesses—
only rough grass beneath them, moonlight above them, and their bodies pressed into the warmth of each other.
Hazel's breath still trembled from exhaustion, but her hands…
her hands were certain. And this time were caressing Hazel's chrysanthemum gently.
"Wren," she whispered, voice low and hoarse, "Slowly, go slow "
