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They packed light, marched until the trail was nothing but dirt and sweat, and promised the world outside couldn't reach them here. She said she wanted something wild, and he figured that meant stars, tents, and silence. But the wilderness turned out to be sharper, darker, carried in the stare of a stranger they stumbled across. He wasn't selling maps or stories, just an offer that hummed with danger. One glance, one unspoken dare, and she followed him off the path like it was the most natural thing in the world. He watched her disappear between the trees with the hunter, listened to the silence snap apart, and when she came back her skin smelled of sex and ash, her mouth carrying the taste of someone else. The trail was still there, but nothing about it was the same — because the real detour wasn't in the forest, it was in the shift of what they were to each other, the line crossed and burned in a single afternoon.