i had ran towards the trees, instantly breathing in the cold air that surrounded me.
i wondered if i should go back or not, and decide to stay back a little longer, watching the thick fog.
it no longer mattered if i had gone back or stayed. what was about to happen was going to happen no matter what i had done.
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countdown
Poetrythe day i had become stuck with him was the day the countdown had begun.
