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She always liked the window in her music room.
Being able to look through and see the wide forest.
All the trees and lighting were a big inspiration.
It seeped into her music.
Shuichi's uncle needed maps of the town for his job, so he gifted the same one to shuichi.
With kokichi they mapped out a bunch of hikes.
They wanted to make sure he got out of his office.
There are a few cool ones that she can see from that window.
Maybe they can go on one this weekend.
—
She felt light.
She didn't remember coming out here.
She didn’t remember it getting so dark.
She didn't remember it starting to rain.
She didn’t remember going so far.
She can’t see her house.
She can’t see her window.
She can’t go back.
She can’t remember which way is back.
She wants help.
She can’t find her phone.
Why doesn’t she have her phone?
Why did she come out here?
Who did she see?
She should wait.
—
something’s moving.
It’s raining.
It’s just the rain.
She should just wait here.
She could walk a little bit.
Her pants are caked in mud.
She should stop them from getting dirty.
—
The leaves are damp.
She feels the water drain from them with each step.
They soak into the fabric of her shoes.
It’s cold.
Something else moves.
Someone’s moving.
It’s not the rain.
It stopped raining.
They are hunched over.
They look hurt.
Maybe she saw them from the window.
Maybe it’s why she came out here.
Maybe she should help them.
She should help.
They are just out of reach.
She doesn’t understand.
She asked them to stop.
She asked if she could help.
She asked who they were.
They finally stopped .
They don’t seem hurt anymore.
They are tall.
They are too tall.
She can’t make out their face.
They don’t have a face.
Maybe she got too cold.
She feels frozen.
She should go.
She should go.
She should go.
She should go.
She should wait.
She should wait.
She should wait.
She should wait.
She needs to wait.
It wants her to wait.
She can’t.
She already feels the damp leaves again.
She can feel the water.
It’s slippery.
She’s sinking.
Why did the ground give out?
Why is she banging into so many things?
—
She feels the leaves everywhere.
Everything burns
There wasn’t this much water on the ground.
The leaves weren’t this red.
It’s getting colder.
Its getting closer.
The leaves tear under her nails.
She can only see the leaves.
And the dirt.
And the blood.
She’s tired.
Her body hurts.
The leaves are cold.
Its hand is cold.
She can’t pry her hand away.
She’s tired
The leaves are wet.
It’s cold.
Its cold.
She doesn’t want to go.
Why is it leaving?
..
That’s her hair clip.
That's her skirt.
That’s her sweater.
That's her hair.
That’s her face.
She doesn’t want to go.
Don’t go.
—
The sun is up.
The leaves are drying.
I think I’m dying.
The leaves are red
The leaves are cold
I’m cold.