Alone in between the calming woods, the overwhelming weight of reality bore down on me, pressing against my chest like a crushing force. The memory of Jonas and our shared dreams had been so vivid, so real, that, for a brief moment, I had allowed myself to escape the harsh truth of my current situation. But now, the pain was inescapable.
“Jonas,” I called out his name again, desperate to cling to the fading remnants of the dream. But there was only silence, broken by the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the dense jungle around me.
Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, hot and unrestrained, as I grappled with the cruel reality that Jonas was not here with me. The jungle, once soothing and calming, now felt like a prison, isolating me from everything I held dear.
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