Kindiz

An old friend comes around the corner. He puts his hand on your shoulder, just to let you know he's back. He doesn't say anything about how long he's staying, but the colder his hand is, the longer. You walk together through the forest. It's dark and cold. The moon tries to shed some light on your path, but your friend takes you deeper into the dense trees. You can barely see anything now. Branches hit you in the face every other step you take. Your friend holds your hand, and walks ahead of you. Faster and faster. You trip. You can feel yourself falling. You just keep falling. The hand on your shoulder holds on firmly. But you can feel