The Wishing Well
Chapter 48
Word Count: 100
Months had passed, and still, he could not find the girl. Had she died? Was she just an apparition, haunting his person?
No, she had been real. She was alive; he could feel the blood rushing between her veins. Her heart had been beating.
He returned to the same place countless times. Yet it was to no avail. She was gone, he determined.
He felt something twinge in his being. This feeling, it unsettled him.
Sighing, he headed into the direction of the West. He had spent far too long looking for the human girl; now, he needed to return.
