SURVIVOR of the WOODS

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Damien had already listen to the whole thing. So, it was pointless to narrate what happened.

"Dorothea, are you and Freya sisters?" Damien was still in awe.

I nodded, "We're step sisters. We shared the same biological mother."

"You have nothing in common though."

"I know but it does not necessarily mean that we have to have something in common."

"Are you really going to leave? I mean, you're finally free. You've succeeded to impress her..." He smirked, "or do you want to stay?"

"I'll think about it. I still need the...bodies of my family members. It feels like their souls keep following me wherever I go."

"Is that the only reason what's keeping you here?"

"...I don't see any other reasons." I lied.

I enjoyed their company though they might be unpredictable sometimes. At least I wasn't alone.

"You're not very good at lying."

"Damien, I'm tired. I want to sleep."

"Alright alright, pretty little sleepy liar. I'll be on the couch in case you need anything."

"Good night."

"Good night, Dorothea."

.....

I woke up at around 7.30 and hit the Sunday mâtiné. I went downstairs and saw Damien in deep slumber on the couch. I slowly pave my way to the kitchen and made a special breakfast. The scent of pancakes with honey woke Damien up.

"Good morning...this smells so good." He stood by the kitchen counter.

"Good morning, Damien. Why don't you go freshen up by the time I set the table?"

"Alright." He grinned then went upstairs.

After a few minutes, Freya got downstairs with an oversized black hoodie on and shorts. I could barely see the shorts. She was messy, very unlikely. When we made eye contact, she looked stunned to see me still here.

"You're not gone?"

"Hello to you." I smiled, "I just thought I'd prepare breakfast before I leave."

She looked at the table and appreciated my efforts cause I noticed the slightest smile ever.

"You guys can eat first. I'm busy." She said then left after grabbing an apple.

My smile instantly dropped. I climbed behind her and entered inside her room right after her. She turned around and had the same stunned look.

"I'm sorry for barging inside. I just wanted to know if you're feeling better?"

"I'm fine."

"So, you're not fine?"

Her brows furrowed, questioning me silently.

"I mean when you say you're fine, it's not really that. Right? You have to say you're great! Or you're good! Or you're in pain but need to make sure that others don't worry."

"...I'm good."

"Do you want me to bring your breakfast here?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat in the morning, Freya. I can feed you if you want?"

"Why are you acting this way?"

"I'm just trying to make up for my wrongdoings."