Chapter 4: The Secret Place

She didn't run away. She didn't scream. She didn't call for help.

She stayed. She listened. She believed.

She was intrigued by his story. She was fascinated by his powers. She was attracted by his difference.

She wanted to know more. She wanted to see more. She wanted to be more.

She took him to a secret place. A place that was hidden from the city, from the people, from the world. A place that was hers and hers alone.

She took him to a rooftop garden, on top of an abandoned building. A garden that was full of plants and flowers and trees. A garden that was peaceful and quiet and beautiful.

She showed him her secret place. She told him her name and her life and her dreams. She shared with him her joys and her sorrows and her hopes.

She opened up to him. She trusted him. She loved him.

He followed her to her secret place. He learned her name and her life and her dreams. He felt her joys and her sorrows and her hopes.

He opened up to her. He trusted her. He loved her.

They spent hours together, talking and laughing and kissing. They showed each other their worlds, their dimensions, their realities. They explored each other's minds, bodies, souls.

They were happy together. They were free together. They were one together.

They didn't notice the time passing by. They didn't notice the sun setting down. They didn't notice the danger approaching them.

They didn't notice his uncle finding them.