GENRE: YA Fiction
I observed the clouds approaching the waxing moon and prayed that it did not block out my only source of illumination. Why hadn’t I taken a flashlight? The problem was that I was a romantic, which was not smart in my condition, and I realized too late that my thirst to find him was blocking out my sensibilities.
Tentatively, I followed a path littered with leaves that crunched beneath my feet, ignoring the slithering, snapping, and cawing sounds of the forest. His image kept me brave as I continued on. I began calling his name over and over. A friend of mine who had been hiking the previous day spotted him here, and I assumed that he must be camped nearby. If he was that close, why hadn’t he contacted me? I hadn’t heard from him for nearly nine months, and I was desperate for him to know. Once he knew, he’d take me back.
After a few minutes, my voice was hoarse, so I could no longer call out to him. I began to feel foolish, wanting to turn back and give up, though I hated defeat more than almost anything in the world. Then I noticed the silence – as if someone had plugged my ears and blocked out everything. I stood paralyzed with fear. Where had the animals and the wind gone?
There was the sound of crackling leaves behind me. I whipped around and there he stood!