The very same night, while one person laid on the bed thinking about the girl who had kissed him, on the other side of the castle, the very same girl was dreaming what her heart craved for. There wasn't a smile on Lucy's lips as she dreamed about Theodore in there, but her heart was beating loudly in her chest.
Lucy ran in the forest, her feet bare without the shoes that often restricted her. She placed her feet one after another on the soft grass on the ground, feeling the slight wetness from the dewdrops that had formed on the blades of the grass—how strange, thought Lucy to herself. It wasn't even morning as the sky was dark, yet she could feel the ground be wet.
Her heart continued to beat faster, and before she could run farther away, a hand came to wrap around her waist, picking her up and making her shriek in surprise.
"I caught you," were the words that whispered next to the shell of her ear.
