The girl's steps were slow as she walked towards the woods. She was still terrified but she couldn't make herself turn back.
She headed towards the exact place where she saw the boy.
When she finally saw that rock where the boy had stood on yesterday, she stood in place. She hid behind the tree trunk and observed her surroundings. There was no sign that a person or an animal was around.
Breathing deeply, the girl bravely walked towards the rock. Her heart was beating wildly as she looked around, on guard.
She climbed on top of the rock and then looked around again. The place was eerily quiet. The snow had stop falling but everything was still covered in white. As she stood there, her fear was slowly being replaced with worry. She couldn't help but imagine that the boy was indeed shot that night. But if he did, wouldn't the folks down at the village talk about it?
"H-hello?" she uttered in hesitation. There was no response.
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