.·:·.☽✧ Foraois ✧☾.·:·.

im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially
After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods.
His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed.
He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity.

TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on.

edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point