he killed his lover

【October 7 cloudy

We found a way.

Actually, I don't know if this can be called a path, but it does appear.

Just before this, there was not even a path, and there was no such a wide road in the forest that had not even been trodden by wild deer.

It was indeed so spacious that two carriages could have passed side by side.Countless redwoods grow densely on both sides of this road. They stretch their branches towards this road and occupy the space above.But not a single tree drifted even half a foot inward.

These trees follow something, something we don't even know about.

But I don't know if we should go down this road.

But we don't seem to have any other options.

Harlan is still constantly bringing back the hunted animals.

The beast carcasses that we couldn't eat in time had started to stink, and we had to throw them into the dense woods at random.

Have we been forgotten by the gods?In this unknown cold night, in this deserted and deserted forest.

But at least we can still keep warm here, can look at the woods that seem to never go out, and still feel cold and warm.

The ray of hope has not yet forsaken us.I want to give thanks, celebrate, and pray for it. 】

He stopped the pen under his hand, and the knuckles of his right hand made a crisp sound because of too much force.

After a slight pause, he tapped his fingertips and flipped through the light-colored pages.It was quiet around, which made the sound of his flipping the pages even louder.

[Don't be afraid of the unknown, your eyes will see the glory of the king, and you will see the vast land. 】

Just a simple sentence, and then the line of handwriting ended in a hurry.

Sewell's right elbow rested on the back of his left hand, and his curled fingers closed and tapped slowly beside his ear.

He maintained this posture, watching the color of the light coming in from the outside of the tent gradually dim, and finally there was only a touch of light white, condensed on the side of the tent, hanging down but not falling.

Without turning on the tent lamp, he fumbled for the thin paper with one hand.

【How to leave here? 】

The blue ink slowly smudged, blurred into a ball in the dim light, and finally melted into the darkness.

He hid the notebook in black that he couldn't see.It was completely dark outside, and the light from the campfire flickered in and cast shadows.

Alex on the side greeted him lazily.

Harlan was not there. On the ground beside him, a half-sized wild boar was lying on its side. There were several bloody cuts on its thick fur.

"He's out hunting again? It really makes me sick."

Sewell fiddled with the branches piled up on the side with his fingers, randomly pulled one out of it, and threw it into the fire.

"But we need food after all."

Alex's tone was still lazy, and he yawned lightly.

He moved closer to Sewell and took him into his arms.

Sewell continued to stuff twigs into the fire, and the flames climbed up, almost burning his fingers.

But Sewell didn't notice it, and he didn't come back until Alex reached out and knocked down the burned branch.

"What the hell are you thinking about?"

Alex straightened up, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and it was rare that he always smiled.

"You've been acting weird lately."

He muttered in a low voice, without looking at Sewell again, he stretched out his arm and poked the wild boar beside him with a branch that had been dead for a long time.

Sewell opened his mouth slightly. He originally wanted to say something, but a certain thought flashed through his mind like lightning.He stopped again.

"Nothing, just a headache." That's all he finally responded.

They didn't speak any more, and there was a loud crackling noise from the fire.

"I remember there were supposed to be two wood owls there."

Sewell said, pointing to a nearby open space.

He knew very well that he remembered correctly, their taupe feathers fluttering wildly on the sand.

The passing of life is sometimes very simple indeed, and these seemingly free creatures are also bound by death, unable to escape.

"Don't worry, Harlan must have used them as bait. Fresh flesh is easier to lure those prey. Besides, when there is better food, people will never want to eat roasted wood owls. Isn't it?"

Alex sat beside him with his legs bent and relaxed, and replied casually.

Sewell threw the broken branch into the blazing fire and watched as it shrieked and bent into strange shapes.

The colder you are, the more you yearn for the warmth of life.Just like people in the cold always yearn for a warm stove, even if their skin is burned by the fire, and they suffer from the pain of bone erosion, at least it is a temporary comfort.

Loneliness is nature's curse on people who live in groups, and no one can be forgiven except.

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The last sentence was changed from One Hundred Years of Solitude, which is super emotional.