Leaves crunch under the weight of my boots, much reminding me the dull walk back I will have to journey. I click my tongue over the top of my mouth to distract from the thought, which is obviously no use, my hand finds the tree bark of the hanging tree and I slide down to sit at the foot of it. Peace. My eyes flutter shut and I rub my face with my hands, tilting my head back. A soft hum of a tune slips into my ears, alarming me, I open my eyes. But its just.. Hey, Doll. I call out roughly.
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