𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈

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Why?

After all these years.

Why now?

The letter sits still on the dirt, taunting me.

I can't think... take a step back.

I was always told to take a step back always by... shit what was I told to do?

Counting was too repetitive, so what was it? It had something to do with— senses!

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Five senses!

Yes, of course. Hearing, sight, smell, touch and... and. Hearing, sight, smell, touch and... taste? Yes taste.

Taste. Uhh... well hardest first I suppose. What did I eat today? I think it was an apple, yeah an apple...I think one should be good enough for that one.

Hearing. I hear the wind rustling the trees. I hear the water of a nearby river. And... and the footsteps of... a deer? Yes a deer.

Touch. I feel the tree bark against my back. I feel the rock under my left leg... well not anymore but it counts. I also feel the... hmm. It's starting to sprinkle.

Smell. I smell the lotion I used for my hands today. Coconut I believe. I smell the smoke from the fireplace. I smell the oncoming storm.

And sight. Well all I see is that damned letter.

Of course he knew where I was, of course he knew. Of course that owl knew where to bring it. The owls always know. How do they always know?

Maybe this would be good.

They all deserve this.

I guess the least I could do for them is open it.

Yeah... wait, when did the rain pick up?

Shit.