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Happy Birthday

What a dream. The same dream he would have every day, every night. All by himself. No one to be there for him other than his only friend Melody.

It never changes for him. Two years it has been for him. Surviving all by himself, having taught himself everything he can through what his father has given him before he left him forever. But thinking about that moment, it's something he wants to forget.

But that memory, will never fade from him. It will always pop in his dream every time he sleeps. Looking around, still in a blurred state, having just woke up. Calling Melody's name.

No answer from the cute little squirrel. Probably still sleeping, he falls himself back asleep. Trying to keep his eyes shut. But his mind is completely awake, fighting off the feeling of wanting to go back to sleep. Connor hates it. He just wants to get as much sleep as possible in a forest like this. Thankfully, no one has found him yet.

He's been hiding and moving around for years. None of this has been a bother for him, with the exception of finding food or finding a new place to settle in. The current place he has settled himself in is the longest he has ever been.

He doesn't know how long he's been staying in this place. No phone or watch is going to tell him the time, he just lets time tell him himself. The only thing that's enough to assure him, is that he's still a little boy. Not a grown man yet.

No longer able to sleep again, he raises himself up. Looking around the whole tent. Feeling a bit chilly outside, yet still warm for him. He hasn't cleaned himself up yet. His teeth, all yellow, his face, still having a bit of dirt all around him. One more wash from the river is enough to get him all cleaned up. Not completely cleaned but he doesn't have a toothbrush or toothpaste to bring with him.

"Melody!" Calling her again as he looks around the whole tent.

He would call her name once more as he comes out of the tent, looking around. No sight of her. Not letting his worries get the best of him, thinking the squirrel just wanted a breathe of fresh air for herself. Feeling all dirty, he gets out of the tent.

The river isn't that far, it's the only place for him to get himself all washed up, and to keep him hydrated. The water is actually useable. Not a far walk, only five minutes. He's familiar with the environment.

The river is all still. The water has stopped flowing. Wishing to take its rest, let someone come and take in all the water, take it as a gift for him.

Too tired to give himself a bath in the river, he kneels before it, grabs the water from his hand and hits it in his face. Splashing his face with the water. Letting it come to him. Let the water flow all around him. The dirt still remains in his face but it doesn't seem to be a bother for him anymore. He's all clean he assures himself.

With the thirst beginning to take effect, he grabs the water with his hands once more, not splashing it in his face, putting it inside his mouth. Drinking from it. Continuously drinking from it, not caring about the accompanying dirt the water may have.

The continuous drinking of the water ends his thirst for water, now hydrated and ready, he raises himself up, finishing what he needs to do with the water as he decides to return to the tent.

Walking to the tent, his face wet but still wearing yesterday's clothes. Now inside, he grabs what he can from his bag. The clothes inside his bag, containing the clothes he still has throughout his time in the forest. The clothes are still a lot, enough to last for half a year, now that he wears his father's clothes.

Taking off his shirt, taking the other, putting it all around him. His pants, taking them all off. Wearing the same pants over is fine for him for at least two or three days but then it becomes uncomfortable, due to the amount of piss and crap he has to take before putting them back on. Grabbing new pants. Having washed it himself before letting it dry for a couple of days or weeks.