when will you make a grave? for i will be home then

[pursuitofcappiness]

who Steve, you!
what Homecoming
when Early morning, day 48
where Edge of the forest

He wakes up in the forest and he doesn't know where he is. But he knows his best bet's to walk east. He doesn't remember these trees, but he knows what time it is, looks for the sun creeping up over the horizon, knows where he's going.

He doesn't feel drugged like he assumes he'd be, and he doesn't feel injured. He just feels confused, like he doesn't know where he just was or what day it is. How did he fall asleep out here?

If he looks at his reflection, he might not recognize it. His hair is unkempt, his eyes are slightly sunken, and he has the light beginnings of a beard. The only thing familiar would be the sharpness of his stare.

As soon as he sees the end of the trees, he knows where he is. This place felt like a dream, and not a particularly good one. Now he's back in it.

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[pursuitofcappiness]

He hangs his head. They were supposed to get to know each other better, but of course he got caught up in a lot of things. He thought they had time. He keeps doing that; it trips him up. "He came back? And he died?" he asks, kind of like he doesn't believe it. They already lost him once; that was unfair. That was just unfair, to have to die twice.