The man continued walking trough the forest for hours.
It was like the forest didnt have an end.
The man stopped walking when he spotted a small, wooden cabin standing in the middle of the forest.
The man walked torwards it until he reached the doorstep.
He knocked, three times.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
It took a few minutes before someone opened.
It was a man, with short hair.
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'Hello.'
he unknown man said.
The man stared for a moment, scanning over the features.
'f̶͙̲̆͝ṟ̴͇͈͒̉̽̆̆͊́͒̐̆i̷̧̨̺͖̳̜̘̅̅̉ë̴̜̺̬̙̈́̌̌͆͋n̸̘̹͚̘̝̐͛̋d̴̞͔͓̾͋̐͝?'
The man said, face lighting up.
The unknown man stared for a moment, just like the man did.
'f̶͙̲̆͝ṟ̴͇͈͒̉̽̆̆͊́͒̐̆i̷̧̨̺͖̳̜̘̅̅̉ë̴̜̺̬̙̈́̌̌͆͋n̸̘̹͚̘̝̐͛̋d̴̞͔͓̾͋̐͝.'
The unknown man confirmed.
The Friend stepped aside, letting the man into his house.
'I̷̥͘m̴̧̰̀͆̃ ̵͉͈̇́͋̾͘͝n̷͚̲̱͓̠̼͉̜̙̆̓̈́͂̆̒̊̅̀́ę̵͖̖̟̖̠͊͐͌̍͜v̵͙̤͋̓͗͝ė̷̛̲̦̞̜̗̥̲͒̄̍̊͊̏̂̾ŗ̵̛̭̪̙͕̣́̌͊͆̈́͒̈́ ̴̨̠̲̥̲͇̓̒̿̌͑̄ğ̸̟͗̄̔̍̔̓̕ͅo̴̪͖̩͓̝̚̚ͅi̸̛̳̪͎̖̗͝ͅǹ̵̻̀̂̒̃̎̄̓̕͝g̷̨̰̱̯̟̫̪̪͂̾̈́̅͋ ̸̧̨̳̖̟̠̋̈́̆̎̇͌͘͘̚͠t̷̡̯̱̤̱͙̪͛̂̌̽̈́̎̋o̵͇̞̩̺̽͑͊ͅ ̷̧̈́̊̎̈́͝ļ̷̝͔͇̹̟͉̞͌͂̍o̸̢̧͖͖͇̣̼̬̽̑̇̉̅̎̕̕͜s̸͖̝̈̊̈̎̅e̷̝̗̫̲̼̼̊̋̽̒̋͘ ̴̩̗̦̳͉̞̪͋̇̊̃y̷̝̻͇̹̓͌͑̿̌͝o̵̥̗̝̩̖͍̯͑̂̍̎́̆̓̃͠ȕ̸̺͖͔̫͍͇͚̠̪̯̃́͐̎̋̚͝ ̸̡̱̺̈́a̵̛͍͋̍̈́̓̒g̴̢̢̧̲̺͓̝͚͙̃́́͌̐́̕ͅȁ̶͍̼̖͕̣͐͆̑̔͜͝͝ͅi̷͍͛ņ̸̛̣̬̖̯̝͉́͋̓͋͒̐̊.̵̖͍̅̆̂̈͆͠'
The man spoke, sitting down on a sofa in the house.
The friend sat next to him and nodded.
Togheter they were complete.
Togheter, they were them.
Just friend and the man.
Nothing else.
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the man who lost his friend
Short Storyjust a short story about a man who lost his friend.
