Jun 3, 2018
Running through the woods because everyone else's life depended on it. I'm always doing what everyone else needs of me. My left hand aching from clutching my half of a teardrop-shaped white labradorite stone. There's a crack echoed by a splintered wood vibration. Halting mid-step to listen in. I walk carefully around the crunching tree's towards the sound, stopping when the cause is in eye-sight. My breath failing me as I try to slow it down to a whisper.......
Well, I can't go into much detail that would just ruin it. ;)