I couldn't let Art go back when he had the intent of murder glinting in his eyes.
So I held onto his hand and decided to take him for a stroll through the woods, away from the campsite.
I had gotten us lost along the way so he took charge, leading the way yet still not talking to me.
I disliked the awkwardness I felt from our last conversation. His words still hit me in my chest when I thought of them.
They had formed into a singular arrow and pierced my chest, I didn't know how to take it out.
I didn't even know why I cared ...
“ Ouch!” A dry branch jutting out of a tree pokes me in the side.
“ Be careful..”
He groans irritatedly at me, not looking back. I massage the spot.
I scowl at his back and I bite down a retort..
We’ve been walking a straight line for a while now, Chri
