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"Why did you come?" The trees whispered as he ran through the forest.
"Why didn't you come before?"

He ran blindly, the darkness was overwhelming his vision as he stumbled through the forest. He tried to follow the river but that's where the voices were the loudest.

"Why are you leaving?"

He veered away from the gushing stream and instead ran without direction through the trees. Everything looked even more similar in the dark. He had no idea where he was running. The word 'away' was repeating over and over again in his head.

Get far away. That was the plan.

Get far away from what? That he didn't know.

"Doesn't it get lonely?" He heard his own voice shout out to him.

"Yes."

He ran faster. Tripping every few steps, his lungs burning, exhaustion taking over him. But he continued on, fear moving his body along.

"Doesn't it get lonely?"

He tripped over something and fell, tumbling down
down
down.

He rolled down the hill until his body dropped, sinking into the murky river. This time he refused to sink, and splashed against the current with all the energy he had left.

"Doesn't it get lonely?"

"Why did you come?"

"Yes."

"Don't you get lonely?"

Phil reached dry land and clung to it as the river tried to pull him back in. He didn't realize he was screaming.

Were the voices only his?

He closed his mouth and listened. The only noise came from the water, rushing down the stream of the river.

Why was he even out here? The entire night felt foggy and dreamlike and not for the first time, he wondered if he truly was still asleep.

Out of Depth // Phan AUWhere stories live. Discover now