The Real Departure
That night, Ferry couldn't sleep. He could hear, again and again, Danny's voice, begging for help. He found himself getting dressed and then sneaking out of the window. The moon cast a soft light upon the streets, guiding his way. He left without knowing where to. But he decided he would stay away from the forest until the time would come. He needed the map, and he didn't have all the pieces yet. Soon, he felt his feet taking him to May's house. He needed to talk to May that night. He couldn't have left without saying goodbye. The thought of going to the f*******n forest all by himself made him shiver. He had no idea what he would find there. What if it was the last time he would see May? The streets were empty that late hour, yet the moon lit the surroundings as in the daytime. Far aw
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