Cold Blood || jhs

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I walked down the familiar path, surrounded by tall oak trees and wooden benches. The cold air tickled my bare face. I hugged my jacket with my hands before inserting them into my pockets, hoping that'd make me warm.

I arrived at the familiar place, where I saw you with a weapon at your feet. I glanced around, taking my hands out I looked through the nearby bushes and felt around the grass for anything hard.

Nothing, until I laid my eyes on a huge acacia tree. I circled it, looking for anything that could catch my eye and I found it-I found the thing I've been looking for hidden behind the grass surrounding the tree.

I picked it up and shoved it deep into the pocket of my jacket, resting my hand on the cold object.

That wasn't so hard.