The cold breeze of wind blew some strands of my hair. I fixed it and tied it with a rubber band. I eyed him cautiously.
He's smirking and taking steps back. What is he doing? Is he leaving me here?
"Where are you going?" I asked, alarmed. I pulled out the blade and shouldn't have come with him if he was going to leave me behind. My heart is hammering on my chest, tensed of what he's going to do next. Did he have people following us behind?
As if reading my mind. "You shouldn't, but you did it anyway." I hate how his face turns into smug. I looked at him vigilantly, trying to ascertain what his motive was. "Follow me."
He continued to walk towards the northern part until he disappeared in the darkest part of the forest. The moon is the only light I have and the stars as my guide.
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