(Requested by an GH05T1N6 on 10/29/24, thank you for requesting!)

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It's been weeks since you ran away from your house. Away from your problems and concerns. Away from the life you once knew. It's been weeks since you finally snapped and all the emotions inside of you got sucked up into nothing. It's been weeks since you became a lifeless stone. A hollow fragment of what was once something. Anything, that belonged to you. That made you, you.

Your weak, frail body shivered as you laid on the cold, wet forest floor, your clothes damp and muddy from the rain and the nature, your stomach growling due to the lack of food, and your body aching from overexertion and injuries as you traveled. Your chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as you tried to keep yourself awake. Surely you'll find something once you've gained some energy, right? You wouldn't be running forever, right?

Just as you began to grow positive, a loud snap of a branch startled you out of your thoughts. You tried scrambling up, but someone had already reached you and had dragged you by your backpack, turning your limp body so they can see you clearly.

"You fucking idiot! Do you know how long we've been searching for you?! How could you just run away like that?!"

That voice. Deep and monotonous. With a surprising amount of concern.

Jevin.