The boy is missing a front tooth, yet its absence gives off a charming, lovable vibe. He blinks when the boy stands back and holds out his hand, an act he doesn’t know how to respond to without offense. The only logical conclusion he forms is to stare and blink once more.
“I’m helping you up, silly! Take my hand!” He sluggishly raises his right hand, and within an instant after their hands join, he is pulled to his feet. He stumbles but doesn’t fall; the young boy has held him firmly with that surprisingly strong grips of his.
“T…Thank you.” He releases himself from the youngster’s tight hold.
“You’re welcome!” The boy rubs his hands together and let out clouds of white vapor as he huffs. It is only then that he realizes the backpack the youngster has on his back, so heavy that the boy is leaning forward to maintain his balance. “Where are you heading, mister?”
“I-I was walking forward, that way.” He points. “Do you know…what’s over there?”
“There? Or anywhere, really?” Upon seeing his confusion, the young boy opens his arms and gestures all around, the entire forest captured in his imaginary circle.
“It’s all the same place. It always has been. One step out from this forest and it’s Community property. It doesn’t matter where you go; you’ll always end up somewhere in this huge town.” The youngster strongly emphasizes "huge", arms waving and all. “That is, if you have a car or enough money for a bus ticket. But walking won’t get you out, mister. You’ll freeze to death before you can make it.”
“‘Freeze’?” He whispers.
“What? Don’t you feel cold, mister?”
“No.” He replies. But within seconds after the word left his mouth, he feels a chill tracing down his spine and he trembles at the dry winter wind brushing against his thin-layered clothing. He then looks at his body, covered with nothing more than a simple grey-white outfit. His hands, sticking out from the shortened sleeves for who-knows-how-long, are numb to the touch.
~~~~~~ Yay, update! I'm so sorry for the lack of writing. I procrastinate too much. >_<
The boy is missing a front tooth, yet its absence gives off a charming, lovable vibe. He blinks when the boy stands back and holds out his hand, an act he doesn’t know how to respond to without offense. The only logical conclusion he forms is to stare and blink once more.
“I’m helping you up, silly! Take my hand!” He sluggishly raises his right hand, and within an instant after their hands join, he is pulled to his feet. He stumbles but doesn’t fall; the young boy has held him firmly with that surprisingly strong grips of his.
“T…Thank you.” He releases himself from the youngster’s tight hold.
“You’re welcome!” The boy rubs his hands together and let out clouds of white vapor as he huffs. It is only then that he realizes the backpack the youngster has on his back, so heavy that the boy is leaning forward to maintain his balance. “Where are you heading, mister?”
“I-I was walking forward, that way.” He points. “Do you know…what’s over there?”
“There? Or anywhere, really?” Upon seeing his confusion, the young boy opens his arms and gestures all around, the entire forest captured in his imaginary circle.
“It’s all the same place. It always has been. One step out from this forest and it’s Community property. It doesn’t matter where you go; you’ll always end up somewhere in this huge town.” The youngster strongly emphasizes "huge", arms waving and all. “That is, if you have a car or enough money for a bus ticket. But walking won’t get you out, mister. You’ll freeze to death before you can make it.”
“‘Freeze’?” He whispers.
“What? Don’t you feel cold, mister?”
“No.” He replies. But within seconds after the word left his mouth, he feels a chill tracing down his spine and he trembles at the dry winter wind brushing against his thin-layered clothing. He then looks at his body, covered with nothing more than a simple grey-white outfit. His hands, sticking out from the shortened sleeves for who-knows-how-long, are numb to the touch.
~~~~~~ Yay, update! I'm so sorry for the lack of writing. I procrastinate too much. >_<
“I-I was walking forward, that way.” He points. “Do you know…what’s over there?”
“There? Or anywhere, really?” Upon seeing his confusion, the young boy opens his arms and gestures all around, the entire forest captured in his imaginary circle.
“It’s all the same place. It always has been. One step out from this forest and it’s Community property. It doesn’t matter where you go; you’ll always end up somewhere in this huge town.” The youngster strongly emphasizes "huge", arms waving and all. “That is, if you have a car or enough money for a bus ticket. But walking won’t get you out, mister. You’ll freeze to death before you can make it.”
“‘Freeze’?” He whispers.
“What? Don’t you feel cold, mister?”
“No.” He replies. But within seconds after the word left his mouth, he feels a chill tracing down his spine and he trembles at the dry winter wind brushing against his thin-layered clothing. He then looks at his body, covered with nothing more than a simple grey-white outfit. His hands, sticking out from the shortened sleeves for who-knows-how-long, are numb to the touch.
~~~~~~ Yay, update! I'm so sorry for the lack of writing. I procrastinate too much. >_<
The boy is missing a front tooth, yet its absence gives off a charming, lovable vibe. He blinks when the boy stands back and holds out his hand, an act he doesn’t know how to respond to without offense. The only logical conclusion he forms is to stare and blink once more. *** ~~~~~~ Yay, update! I'm so sorry for the lack of writing. I procrastinate too much. >_<
Aw, cute. :3 Procrastination is a common problem among all writers. You're not alone.
The boy is missing a front tooth, yet its absence gives off a charming, lovable vibe. He blinks when the boy stands back and holds out his hand, an act he doesn’t know how to respond to without offense. The only logical conclusion he forms is to stare and blink once more.
“I’m helping you up, silly! Take my hand!” He sluggishly raises his right hand, and within an instant after their hands join, he is pulled to his feet. He stumbles but doesn’t fall; the young boy has held him firmly with that surprisingly strong grips of his.
“T…Thank you.” He releases himself from the youngster’s tight hold.
“You’re welcome!” The boy rubs his hands together and let out clouds of white vapor as he huffs. It is only then that he realizes the backpack the youngster has on his back, so heavy that the boy is leaning forward to maintain his balance. “Where are you heading, mister?”
“I-I was walking forward, that way.” He points. “Do you know…what’s over there?”
“There? Or anywhere, really?” Upon seeing his confusion, the young boy opens his arms and gestures all around, the entire forest captured in his imaginary circle.
“It’s all the same place. It always has been. One step out from this forest and it’s Community property. It doesn’t matter where you go; you’ll always end up somewhere in this huge town.” The youngster strongly emphasizes "huge", arms waving and all. “That is, if you have a car or enough money for a bus ticket. But walking won’t get you out, mister. You’ll freeze to death before you can make it.”
“‘Freeze’?” He whispers.
“What? Don’t you feel cold, mister?”
“No.” He replies. But within seconds after the word left his mouth, he feels a chill tracing down his spine and he trembles at the dry winter wind brushing against his thin-layered clothing. He then looks at his body, covered with nothing more than a simple grey-white outfit. His hands, sticking out from the shortened sleeves for who-knows-how-long, are numb to the touch.
~~~~~~ Yay, update! I'm so sorry for the lack of writing. I procrastinate too much. >_<
Oh dear . . . I didn't know there was a "huge" town around Birchwood Forest.
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