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story of the boy and the forest // 003

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 nothing would only shatter her will. She just had to walk. It was better than settling in the forest in defeat.

It was sweet. A smell that reminded her innocence, different from the scent of despair that clung to her. Then she heard laughter that made her thought of singing and golden bells. She lifted her gaze slowly away from her dirtied feet and muddled path.

She saw a child. Their eyes widely gazed at one another. Why was there a child in such a dangerous place? She urged the child to go away, to run far away. But the child, a young boy of red cheeks and sparkling eyes, shook his head. Hesitant, she approached him. Cautious of any attack from the forest and cautious o the dangers of a child. Later she became cautious of herself. She might be danger itself. But the boy continued to stare.

"What are you doing here? You can't save me" Her voice cracked, unable to hide her confusion. Finally someone had found her, but she felt herself recoil. She was in shreds, tangles and dust. She almost didn't want to be seen in her state.

"Its okay." And he offered her his hand. The sincerity in his eyes were almost too painful, far more painful than the coldness of the forest. She shook her head in refusal and started walking again. Unfazed, he walked by her side with his palm open for her to take someday.

Suddenly, they were both strolling down a path and no longer wandering aimlessly.

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