Somewhere lost in a troubled realm, with every corner you faced, you would stare directly at a blossoming tree in the winter breeze.
The forest was silent, there was no chirp of a song from a bird. No soft howl from the wind or wolves that moved through the woods. All there was, were our heavy breaths that formed mists, the sound of our heart beats almost in sync and the cold drops from the morning's weather that fell from the branches above us. Though we stood here, freezing in a day that's almost ended, my survival instincts wanted me to find shelter. But I held her. I kept her in my arms as she cried from a memory that was uncovered. A piece of a puzzle to let me know even the smallest fact about her life. And as we stood here, shaking, frightened and aware that we were in the middle of a forest with the frost bitten night slowly approaching, I listened, watched and held Ren as her own mind continued to torture her. I wish there was a herb that c