Remember that walk in the woods? It was shortly after the picnic where you confessed your feelings to me and I told you mine. That's where I went the next day. The fallen leaves rustled beneath my feet, and the low twigs of the bushes I pushed back so they wouldn't swing me in the face. I came to the clearing where you took me then. It was still so beautiful there. I sat on a rock and let the last rays of the sun fall on me.

I watched the sunset quietly, the breeze playing with my strands of hair that didn't hold in a sloppy bun. At the branches of the conifers, the birds sang their songs. I closed my eyes and set my face to the sun. Tears, tears of sorrow began to run down the cheeks. What have I done to you? The bunch of grass rustled beside me and a hare jumped out. It just looked at me and then got lost in the trees behind.

The sun set behind the hills and the forest slowly began to sink into darkness. I got up and stretched my slightly stiff body. I went back the same way I came here. The only thing that illuminated the forest was the moon. But after a few minutes it hid behind the clouds. Ordinary branches suddenly became hands with claws stretching for me. My imagination began to awaken. If you were here and saved me from it with some joke that's not even funny. But I would still laugh. I turned on the flashlight on my cell phone and walked on. I never liked darkness. You knew that, didn't you? I came to the road, where to my surprise you were sitting in the car and looking at me angrily...