The Short Trip

Crying?

I started to approach the source of the sound, and I had curiosity and also a little fear inside me. As I followed the sound, I felt that I entered into the trees and grass, and I lost sight of the river that I was walking by, but soon I found a person sitting from afar. This is how I left this river and went towards this guy.

When I approached him, I found him to be a big adult, not a child as I thought. I reached out my hand and I was about to put it on his shoulder and ask him what was wrong with him.

I found him crying loudly once, which made me nervous, and put my hand back next to me.

I tilted my head slightly to the left, trying to look at him, « Hi! . . . . . are you OK ? » Before I could see his face and look at him, he suddenly turned to me and his face was full of tears, which scared me and made me take two steps back.

« I hurt my foot, ahhh it really hurts! » The boy said while he was unable to move, sitting on the trunk of a tree. When I saw him in this condition, I felt that my heart was also hurting, and I had to help him, but at the same time there were many questions in my mind that I wanted to ask him, but I focused on helping him first.

« Calm down, calm down, and tell me what's your name? »

« My name is James, » the young man replied in a calm voice while shedding tears.

Then I looked at his foot and noticed blood coming out of it, so I said to him quickly, « What happened to you? What's wrong with your foot? »

James: « I think something got stuck in my leg and I can't move right now. »

I told him to lift his foot so I could see it and I tried to remove the small piece of glass that I found in his foot using my long nails and I actually managed to get it out.

« Now you have to wash your feet with water, » I said to him while holding the small piece of glass that I extracted from his foot and showing it to him.

« But . . . . . I can't move like I told you, » James added, « and how can we find water here? »

I grabbed him and said, « Just come with me, I know, » and leaned him on my shoulder as he walked on one foot, his yellow hair blowing in the wind.

And I started looking around trying to remember where I came from so I could go back up again. I felt nervous, and what if I failed to return? Will this young man remain like this? I didn't want to disappoint him. All the trees in the forest looked alike, so it was difficult to differentiate the roads. I just started walking backward and as I walked for a few minutes and my feet started to ache, I caught a glimpse of the river on my right.

« there is ! the river ! » Olivia said in a voice eager with joy. « where ? . . . . . where ? » James said as he turned his head left and right and could not see anything yet. I started to approach the river and cross between the trees until we reached in front of it, so James gently lowered his hand from my neck and sat on the ground, and took his feet in the water while he was lying on the ground. I sat next to him and asked him, « How old are you? »

« I am 22 years old »

I wondered a bit like (Why does a 22-year-old guy live in the woods here?) Curiosity approached me for some questions.

« Why are you here in this forest? »

« It's a really long story, » James said in a frustrated voice.

« Well, tell me, I'm ready to hear you, » said Olivia, in a tender voice. James looked at Olivia and turned his face to the other side. « Well, never mind, » said Olivia, sensing that he didn't want to talk about it.

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*introduction of someone :

James is a 22-year-old young man with blue eyes, soft yellow hair, and a white face that radiates light, tall, graceful, and slender. He recently met Olivia in the woods. He has a big past, but he hasn't told Olivia yet. He was showing strength and daring, but his heart was weak and he felt remorse if he made mistakes with his friends or family, for example, who were surrounded by him for a long time. Open-minded and accept opinions. Sometimes he hesitates to make the right and wrong decisions as well.

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The night came and I did not eat anything for the first time in my life I went a day without food but I had nothing to do. I found something like a large towel lying on the ground nearby, so I took it and made it with me while I was sitting next to James to use it while I was sleeping.

Indeed, the night came, and the wind was very strong. I slept on the floor and I took this towel and put it on me because it was getting colder and James was sleeping farther around. When I looked at him, he was trembling.

I took off the towel that I was using to protect me from the cold and went to him while he was sleeping and put it on him and covered him with it and went to sleep again in my place, but after a few seconds of what I did while looking at him, I found him shaking his head.

maybe . . . . . he's crying.

He was crying maybe when I saw his body and his head shaking gently and gently from afar, also I could hear a slight sound more like crying because there was no sound or anyone but me and only him in the woods. I didn't know why he was crying exactly, but I knew he wasn't sleeping at the time, he felt me go towards him then.

Whatever it was, I laid my head down and from the severity of fatigue began to fall asleep while I felt a little safe because there was someone with me now and I was no longer alone but still afraid . . . . .