I hear him before I see him.
Twigs snap under his feet as he walks towards me through the brambles and undergrowth.
The moon sheds a light over the clearing, even through the sparse branches of the trees.
It's his eyes I see first. The blue beacons almost hidden by his hair as it's manipulated by the wind.
I could run.
But I don't.
I won't.
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Short StoryA collection of short stories. (Some are better than others lol.) Some were written using prompts x
