Phillip feels something materialise in the palm of his hand. It’s a small scrap of paper with handwriting he doesn’t recognise.
‘Take the long way home.’
Phillip walks back with his hands in his pockets to keep his fingers warm. He's able to keep mostly to the path only walking slightly more right or left occasionally and catching himself before veering off too much. Leila might have been joking when she'd asked him not to fall into a shrub, but that's seemingly like a slight possibility at this point.
Luckily, he knows the way back well enough not to really need to focus on the directions. Letting his feet carry him in a meandering way as his mind wanders.
'Leila~'
Instinctively he begins to take his usual route the fastest way between the farm and Leila's house. While he walks the scenic way on occasion that only with Leila in tow and not with this sort of chill.
Except suddenly Phillip feels his hand crunch around a piece of paper. He pulls the note out of his pocket and squints at it. Unable to read it well due to the darkness and his current condition. A few back there was a streetlamp, so Phillip turns around slowly as to not make himself dizzy and saunters back over to it holding the note under the light.
It's not his handwriting, it's not Leila's, and it's not Charlie's either. The words are hastily written, and the penmanship is thick like a heavy-handed grip on the pen would make.
Take. The. Long. Way. Home.
Phillip mutters the words under his breath as he reads them leaning against the lamppost for support. That's vaguely threatening, but who's threatening him exactly?
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