A/N: My first Forest fanfiction (see the alliteration?) so please don't hate on it too much. Yeah, this is really short, but it's a prologue. Live with it.
Disclaimer: Carrie Ryan owns the general everything.
He is so close, so close, yet so far away. That simple fence is always there to separate us. I call out to him and I know he is the same beneath the torn clothes and broken fingers. Beneath the death, he is my husband.
"Matthew!" I scream, and his moans grow louder. I am compelled, I walk forward until another step will bring me within his reach. Dare I take that step, that leap into the unknown terror?
He does not speak in words but I know that he recognizes me. He must.
Suddenly, I remember what should be happening. Mary should be here. She should hold me back, but why? Why must I be kept from my husband?
This is what drives me to go within his reach.
He grabs me, and though I can feel his claw-like nails ripping at my flesh, it is a blessing to finally touch him again after all this time.
I don't even care that I am going to die.