The forest at night felt so eerie, so quiet that every sound echoed, emphasizing the suffocating feeling of loneliness. The night air was cold as ice, piercing her skin, leaving a chill that crept into the bones.
Above, the black sky seemed to swallow the moonlight that was covered by thick clouds. There were no stars, only darkness that felt thicker every second.
In the middle of the forest, Ethan was busy lighting a small torch. His hands skillfully rubbed the flint until a small spark appeared.
After several attempts, the fire finally lit, although the flame was weak and trembling in the gusts of wind. The light of the torch gave a little warmth, but it seemed not enough to fight the cold night, as well as the coldness of both of their hearts.
Claire stared at the torch flame blankly for a moment, sighing softly before turning her gaze towards Ethan.
