"But what, Adora?" Eric held both of Adora's shoulders gently.
"I can't take it anymore. I give up." His gaze really implied a desperate decision. He quickly grabbed the suitcase and dragged it out of the hut.
As soon as she set foot outside the hut, she was already greeted with the cynical gazes of Lita and several people. But some cried when they saw her, either crying out of pity or relief, because Adora had finally surrendered.
A thin mist descended over the forest, hanging between the trees like a whisper that wouldn't go away. Wet leaves crunched softly beneath Adora's steps, each step bringing distance between her and the wounds she left behind at the campsite.
She didn't turn around, not even when the sound of rustling steps could be heard in the distance. Eric's voice. But
