“That day, there wasn’t a single light on the back mountain, and we only had our phone flashlights to guide our way. We wandered around the mountain for two hours but couldn’t find the observatory. Giving up, we decided to go back, only to realize we were completely lost. We held hands cautiously, stepping on the fallen leaves, terrified of falling down the mountain with a single misstep.
Large insects kept flying into the beams of our flashlights, and even though you were scared of bugs, you didn’t dare to make any sudden movements, afraid of falling. Strange sounds echoed from the mountain that night. I remember you huddled close to me, scared of ghosts. Actually, I knew it was just the croaking of frogs and insects, but I didn’t tell you.
Later, our phones died, and we still hadn’t fo
