Chapter 44 - How He Should be

EPOV continues...

The evening glow in oranges and purples cloak the sky. It just darkens his path, the light dimming between the trees. No flashlight, no jacket, no supplies. He must fight this night alone. Angry. So angry. He ended up like this. With nothing.

Wincing, his eyes close.

His hunger always wins. His hunger is his weakness.

If he just hadn't broken into that house, told himself to wait, to not do it, to listen to his gut feeling, he wouldn't be in this mess.

He looks around. He tries to find coves, fallen trees, or rocks for cover. Anything. Maybe he can weave together branches to build a shelter.

His muscles curdle, stretch, and burn.

Maybe he can't.

Edward stumbles over roots, tripping his feet, and right where he falls, he sleeps.

Maybe dead is how he should be.

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