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I shiver on the log, thinking too much, replaying too often. Thinking about the cost of freedom. What even is freedom? Have I ever even felt it? Maybe if I’ve been living this long without it, I can survive the rest of my life. I can make it out and no-one else has to die for it. No-one has to fight. I want Yun back. I want the sunny day when I first met him at the café back. I just want peace. I don’t want to be a fugitive, and I don’t want to die. But I can’t go back now, so I have to go forwards; even if someone has to drag me onward or push me, I have to. Wind whips me in the face and I gasp at the front of cold air it brings, and as I suck it into my lungs, I feel my body chill from the inside out. I look up and feel Trip’s eyes on me. Watchful and determining. As he turns away from me, I see his jaw clench in the feeble light and he begins to gather up dead leaves. I help him to occupy my mind, even though I have no idea what’s happening. While gathering them I focus on the leaves; crisp and dead. Death. My hands freeze and I feel the fury of grief taking my knees out from under me, crippling me and tightening my throat. As I sit on the frostbitten earth contemplating how easy my own death could be, a warmth like summer folds around my arm, and for a moment, the warmth trembles. It breaks for a split second, and then pulls at me, gently turning my thoughts from the chill of death. Trip releases his hand from my arm once he gets me over to the leaf bed. “I’m going to cover you in them, then put these pine branches over you so they don’t blow away.” He motions to a small pile of branches. “And for survivals sake, we’re going to lay next to each other.” I just nod. He doesn’t want to talk, I don’t want to talk.

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ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO ME (Wandress)