he who crosses the border will never return from a fate so dreadful the creator sees all

He looked away but scooted over to offer her a seat beside him. He seemed lonely and not wanting to appear rude, she accepted. She took in a deep breath and as she did, got a small smell of him. He smells... strange; familiar, somehow. Have I seen him before? Although strange, he smelled good, of fresh pine and wildflowers along with something extremely sweet, but also bitter, lingered in his scent. She couldn't place why he smelled so different. After a few moments of, not awkward but not comfortable, silence, he spoke. "So what brings you to the bridge?" ___________""" Can Talia do what she has to do to save her friends? Or will she ultimately fail? Can love conquer all or doom everyone they care about?