Okay, now he was seriously panicking. He found a child in the middle of the woods. This is fine.
Yeah
He just found a fucking CHILD in the middle of the woods.
He looked at the child properly. They looked to be about 6 years old and on the verge of tears. Shit. They must think I'm going to hurt them or something.
"Hey I'm sorry for scaring you," he said with a familiar soft tone "Why don't you sit next to me?"
He tried to look as harmless as possible but the number of scars on his face didn't help. The child calmed down a bit, I could tell they were still on edge. They sat down with me leaning on a tree.
"So... Why are you here? In the woods?" I said with the same soft tone
They didn't say anything, just looking away.
Oh... I thought They're like me...
I didn't try to talk to them for the rest of the night.
When I saw the sun rising I stood up ready to go home. When I looked back at them they were sleeping...
He left the clearing with a new feeling in his heart.
Determination? no
Longing? no
Nostalgia? maybe
Whatever this feeling was he could think about it another time, right now he was facing the rath of a rather angry goat.
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Cigarettes in the cold
RandomTW/ smoking, nightmares Tommy smokes to distract himself from trauma Cover by: Schmeckdoesstuff on twitter
