alone [daniel smith au]

overjoyed

"And I hear you calling in the dead of night"

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The wind is picking up around you, but the leaves aren't whistling. It's biting and nibbling on your skin, but it doesn't affect anything else. You ignore it. It's something you've learned, ignoring.

You hold onto one, steady rock and pull yourself up. You do that for a few more times until you reach steady ground. Where your caravan, and your current home, is.

The wind breezes by once more, and you ignore it again. It won't bother you if you ignored them.

You open the door to the caravan that has been your home for a few months now. It should surprise you—and depress you— that no had had tried to find you yet. It doesn't. After everything that had happened, nothing surprised you.

Your home always shield you from the chilly wind, the wind that only affects you, but not this time. There's something wrong, and you can feel it.

They're getting louder, stronger, more desperate.

And, for the first time, they're calling your name.