The Bracken Woods chapter six.

This place, though she claimed it as her own,  it was not. She meant to claim it, to lead it, yes, but it was not of her own. It was for the lost ones,  the ones who either walked away or ran from their past. From those who could not or would not look back. For those, she said, who wanted to be reborn. 

I want that. He honestly spoke, hushed tones. But what if I cannot forget? What if the past will forever haunt me? What if I cannot escape my making? It was questions he constantly asked himself, come to life and spoken into the chilly air for her to here. What if I cannot walk amongst The Sun? Would she still take him in then, if he did not come here and shed his past but found himself only consistently reminding himself of it, for it was all he knew? Would she have him stay here, if he, quiet literally, could not walk with the sun? After nearly raping here with all these questions, the shadow takes one long stride forward, bloodied eyes staring at her - into her.