Maren
I am still walking, but I don’t know why. My feet are heavy, and my lungs feel like they are full of smoke from the fire.
I stopped by a big oak tree. My legs didn’t want to be legs anymore. They just wanted to be part of the dirt. I leaned my back against the rough bark and waited for my heart to stop being so loud. It was the only thing making any noise in the forest.
“You should have kept running,” a voice said.
I didn't jump. I didn't have enough energy left to be scared. I looked to my left and saw him. Caius. He was standing near a pile of rocks, looking at me like I was a problem. He didn't look messy. He didn't have blood on his face. He just looked like Caius.
“You planned all of it,” I said. My voice sounded small. It sounded like a dry leaf breaking.
“It was always g
