THE GIRL IN THE WOODS

He stumbled upon her in the woods, with her wild hair and piercing eyes. She looked dangerous, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what made him feel that way. She seemed lost and confused, like a wild animal that had been separated from its pack. He cautiously approached her, unsure of what to do. As he got closer, he could see the scars and bruises on her arms. Who was she? What had she been through? He didn't know if he should run or stay and help her. The young man had never encountered anything like this before, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if she was dangerous? What if she hurt him? But something deep inside him told him that he couldn't just leave her there, alone and vulnerable. So he took a deep breath, and with trembling hands, reached out to touch her shoulder.