Snufkin, the Mumrik had an issue. A very big issue, a very large issue that was plaguing his mind every second, and hurt with every footstep he took.

He had fallen in love. Something he swore he’d never do, he had. He shouldn’t have fallen in love. Falling meant he would be chained down to someone. He didn’t want that, he needed to be free.

Despise the pain flickering in his chest, despise the feeling of his own persona he spent years building right here, every Spring, chipping away through his own hands he kept walking. He shouldn’t return. He couldn’t.

He had to be free. He’d do anything to be free, even if that betrayed his own emotions, and heart, and even you.