Day 32

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It were 27 hours since we even saw the sun, the sky was clouded by countless of grey clouds that hung low, almost above our heads. It were 27 hours filled with senseless conversations, laughter, passionate kisses with faint voices ringing through our heads. I had gotten used to it, this careless way of living every day. We had only moved another mile or two in 27 hours, hand in hand we marched through the silent woods with narrow pathways.

Despite of looking completely different, the perennials having almost no foliage left, I was reminded of the forest that brought us to the boarder about two weeks ago. I immediately tightened my grip on Baekhyun's hand, in my other I held the purple flower.

"You know where we are heading to, don't you?"

"We both do, you feel it, don't you?"

Indeed I felt it; it was a strange yet familiar feeling and atmosphere of home and emotional security. It was not merely caused by Baekhyun himself, it was something rooted so deeply like the beginning of all those trees surrounding us. It was, as if a rope was taut tightly between our destination and ourselves, drawing us closer with slow, agonizing pulls.

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