It was nice and cool when I went outside that night. The pitch black frightened me, but dad was right. I needed to take a break. My hate for fairy tales grew at the moment, but the sadness was too overwhelming.
I walked a good distance from home, taking a subconscious route to the woods. Going through the woods was a bad idea this late at night, and I stopped between a set of bushes at the entrance. This was where Caspian stopped me. He was desperate, pleading me to ‘hang on’ as if he didn’t want to let me go. As if he didn’t want me to give up on us, on him. As if he’d tell me everything soon.
That was history, and I didn’t want to think about it. It was done, and now, we were strangers again. Or I believed. Sighing, I put my hoodie on and began to cross the street. We were no more, tho
