Day 16-
I found a person.
There's someone here.
I did it.
Fin al l y
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The person is asleep, curled up in the grass. I can't seem to wake him up. I checked for a heartbeat, and for breathing. They are alive, at least. They may be asleep. They may be in a coma. Who knows?
But if I spent so long walking without a guarantee of what I'll find, I'll stay with them with no guarantee that they'll wake up. I've only gotten weaker so I doubt I could carry someone anymore.
Day 17-
They haven't woken up. I've tried everything I could think of.
The person's so limp and slender. He look thin, pale and weak, but unlike me, he seemed to be like that naturally. I'm only weakened as a result of being here. I'm scared of what'll happen to him while he's here. He'll just wither away in no time.
Day 18-
Still not awake. Getting bored.
Could've sworn I felt a short breeze for a second. I've never felt any sort of wind here until now.
Day 19-
I woke up in to the sound of crying. This guy's crying in his sleep. I thought it was a little odd but then again, I do the same, don't I?
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I've been picking grass and gathering it around him, in some form of a nest or something. I dunno, I'm bored, okay? There's not much here for entertainment. He has the strangest white hair. It just looks like wisps, the final trails of smoke from dying, withering cinders. I kinda feel like I want to touch it, but that'd be weird.
It does make me happy that I have something new to look at though. Despite being asleep, I feel so less alone with him here. I wonder what kind of person he is.