“Finally, civilization!” Nathael exclaimed, hands in the air. He ran towards the man in the forest, without hesitating for a second. He was too focused on the person he’d seen, he didn’t notice the branch about to hit him in the face. And suddenly, he was slapped in the face, thrown back. Instant regret.
It had only been a few hours in the forest, yet he already missed the city. Nathael was used to being surrounded by people at all times. He was used to hearing the vehicles outside his home, noise of neighbors chatting as they complained about Linda, the sound of music at nightclubs. Not being smacked in the face by a random branch.
However, he kept going as if nothing happened, refusing to let anyone see. Nathael continued walking to greet the stranger. Once he reached the fallen log, he extended his hand to the man. “I’m Nathael.” he smiled. “This is my best friend, please call them Steve.” Nathael put a hand over his mouth, suppressing laughter. He turned to whisper. “If they deny the name Steve, don’t worry. They have amnesia and keep insisting their name is Ismeina.” he put a hand over his chest, frowning. “My poor bestie.”
@OhSumana // Ismeina Falaise
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