i remember those districts... That memory of you

December 12th.

I kept walking on those path, my bare feet were all red and sore. The snow just kept falling from the sky, as if they didn't like my choices at all.

"...just.. a.... Little more–"

the burden behind my back, i kept panting like a dog, almost lost my own consciousness.. My legs feels numb. As if i don't even have any legs at all

Before i fall onto the ground, my vision is all blurry.

I'm scared. At the very least, if i died, I'm not in my ex-lovers arm. those bastard.

i heard a stepfoot coming at my way. I can't tell if it's a person or an animal. i smell a scents of wood. Calming, as if death gave me a warm greetings. I never felt this calm

those pheromones...