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I opened my eyes, and my breath hitched.
Everything inside me went totally still as I took in the sight before me.
We were at the edge of a cliff I didn't even know existed, looking out over Willow Haven. The city below was bathed in this warm, golden glow, the sun just starting to sink behind the skyline. From up here, all the noise and chaos of life seemed so tiny and peaceful, almost like someone had painted it just for us.
A cool, gentle breeze brushed against my cheeks, carrying the faint scent of pine mixed with something sweet—maybe berries. My breath caught again as my gaze drifted downward.
Right in front of us was a big picnic blanket woven with soft, muted colors, deep green, cream, and warm brown. It was set up with a small feast that made my heart squeeze with delight:
