My hand is still scarred.
It still aches.
It's been a night, everything's the same, except my hand still aches!
I can't believe it.
It was real.
All of it.
But I know what I saw, no, felt!
And it lives somewhere in that forest.
How far is it from me now, I wonder.
Miles? Yards? Feet?
I can find out.
I could just walk out into those dense trees and see it.
It'd be a long walk but what does that matter I'm dead.
I miss it so much.
Being burnt is the only social interaction I've had in months.
I'm so hungry for it.
I would burn my whole body ten times over to be able to speak one word out loud and be heard, to hear someone say hello.
I miss that more than anything, conversation.
I miss hugging my daughter and my mom, I miss having picnics on every easter, valentine's day and birthday. I miss talking to the old women at church, I miss having terribly dull small talk about clients with my coworkers.
Alright, maybe I don't.
If I'd known how soon this would happen, I'd have made sure to save those minutes for more important, entertaining, or just slightly more pleasant moments.
But I would kill even for a brief conversation about the weather, not that there'd be much to talk about.
'It's overcast again.'
'That it is.'
I'm going back. I need to find it. Even if I can only stare as it runs away.
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