he killed his lover

July 7 Fog

[We are stuck here.

Leaving the river, but we still haven't found a way out.

Just wish we could get out of here soon.

Only those trees grow more and more lush, and those weird fungi.

Even the sage, which is usually low to the knees, has grown to almost a person's height, and there are taller and taller redwoods, densely packed, crowding out all the space, water and sunlight here.I have never seen such huge plants.

We are entering the realm of the devil.

Can't, can't go any further.

— must leave. 】

He stopped the pen in his hand, and the last few strokes even scratched the thin paper because of too much force.

With his index finger, he slowly smoothed out the cracks one by one.Then he took the notebook closer and supported the notebook with one hand.

The index finger and middle finger of the other hand clamped the page he just wrote today, and slowly turned it forward.

The tent lamp was too bright, and the white light was reflected on the too smooth paper.This is a bit too harsh.

【You forgot my name, but it's not your fault. 】

He saw the man's response again as he wished.

After yesterday's diary, under his crooked question.That line of handsome handwriting said so.

Then there was a line of blank space that was slightly abrupt, and the next line was quickly followed.

【My heart yearns for you like a deer longs for a brook. 】

[I am sick of love. 】

This gentle, lingering answer came to an abrupt end without any other explanation.Like a nutshell stuck between your teeth, or three-quarters smeared on toast, it's awful.

Sewell reached out to rub his forehead and felt that his eyebrows were now squeezed together by him, and the messy black hair was scattered around with his movements.

He picked up the pen again, but suddenly he was at a loss.

What should he ask?What is your identity?what is your purpose?Why do you keep writing in my diary?

Do you know... how to get out of here?

The body leaned forward weakly, lying on his knees.He held the notebook tightly in his arms, and it was already tinged with a slight warmth.

He should have thought something, and should have asked something again.

About this queer man, this queer diary.Maybe it's a good idea to just throw it away.

But he didn't.

Then he stood up suddenly and quickly opened the book.The sharp tip of the pen drew a short mark on the light-colored paper, and then stopped, unable to write any more.

The diary was closed with a "snap", Sewell cursed in a low voice, and threw the book into the backpack indiscriminately.

"Hey, Cy. Harlan brought a lot of food today. You should come out and see, he's a good hunter."

Alex's voice suddenly came from beside him, and Sewell, who was in a daze, was startled by him, and leaned back slightly.Looking sideways, outside the transparent screen window on one side, the blond man tapped lightly, showing him a big smile.

Outside the slanted milky white screen window, the last rays of the sun sprinkled on his blond hair, reflecting a bright luster.Sewell looked up at his lover.His hair was fluffed up, and the smile on his face seemed to melt into the light.

He is as dazzling as the sun god in mythology.

Sewell opened the tent and went out.

His lover gave him a warm and strong hug, and took the opportunity to lick his lips again.

Alex narrowed his eyes slyly in the sun and smiled at him.

Sewell stretched out his thumb and gently pressed his cheek, and by the way, used his fingers to push away the chest that was getting closer and closer to him.

"Okay, let's go see Joe and the others."

Together they walked towards the bonfire.

Sewell looked at the prey all over the ground with some surprise.

A dark-brown grouse flapped feebly beside it, its right wing bloody and bloody.The once bright green feathers at the throat were now wet and clinging to the ground, drenched in blood.

Next to the grouse he saw two squirrels with shiny coats.The corpses were randomly piled together, with lifeless eyes open.

Then there was a small wild deer that didn't look like an adult, and a bullet was accurately shot into its eye.Its beautiful fur was stained with blood.

Sewell looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

"Did Harlan hunt these? It's really..."

He hesitated and didn't know how to express his thoughts.

Alex shrugged nonchalantly beside him.

Sewell's brows furrowed even tighter.

In fact, Harlan doesn't seem to be hunting for food at all...

But just to kill.

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What a short chapter!The author said so.