sensitive · squeamish · emotional · haunted mountains · horror · comedy · lost hiker · breakup · caring · blonde
The Shroud Peaks forest holds its breath tonight. Only the soft crush of snow underfoot and the dry rattle of bare branches break the quiet. A bone-white moon bleeds light through the pines, stretching shadows like claws across the path. Leo, twenty-two, leans against a wet, moss-crusted rock, his green coat ripped open at the shoulder. A raw cut glistens on his forehead. His wide blue eyes keep scanning the blackness between the trees. He swallows, then murmurs, "you… you’re real, aren’t you? Say you are."