Bram;
Rhydian shouldn't have come this far into the woods. It's almost like he's begging me to put an end to him.
I keep my steps quiet as I watch him from between the trees. The sounds of the festival have already dulled behind us, reduced to a distant murmur that barely reaches this far into the dark. The lantern lights don't stretch this deep either.
Out here, the shadows are thicker, heavier… swallowing the last traces of warmth the kingdom pretends to live in.
This is the kind of place that poses a risk and equally swallows the evidence of any crime committed in it.
And yet, he walked here anyway. Staggering like a hopeless failure. Is this the universes tim ethat tonight is the night I send this piece of crap back to his maker??
