I follow the mist obeying my grandmothers orders. The wind wisps and sings a somber song. The moonlight is a compass. The tension between my shoulders lifts. My burdens are gone with the wind. I recite my grandmothers words within my head.
" But Where have we come and where shall we end
If dreams can't come true than why not pretend"
It has only been one month since my sister went missing. One month since she entered the woods. And now I so stupidly follow her, accepting the same fate. Perhaps both of our endings shall be in the hands of the wood.
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Over The Garden Wall: Fan Fiction
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