She walked through the woods with her head hanging down limply. It was one heavy step after another, forcing herself to continue even when her legs were shaking. The forest was never truly kind to her. Beautiful, warm and full of promises whenever first light touches. Yet as night approaches, the wind was bitter cold and monsters lurked in the shadows. The forest left her a prey in the night when she was most vulnerable. It may have been days, it may have been years. Time never made sense after the day she came running into the forest. Foolish and looking for shelter. Naive and weak. She could've left easy, and she could've done it a few times before. She could've ran with the wolves, leapt with the deers or swam with the fish. She just couldn't. Deep in her heart, she knew they couldn't save her. So she walked on her own and she walked away from the darkness. Tired. Alone. Yes, she was always so alone. Looking up felt useless and looking in front only to see no