I walk down the path. The cool air smells of rain and mud. The fog was heavy today, which was good. I wanted it stay as thick as possible. I needed to get away from all that drama that Aunt Maggie had been dawning on me.

I stop and take a deep breath, and continue my walk. Then I thought about… him. Hunter. Ever since he… NO! I will not think of it… but how could I not?

“I miss you.” I mumbled under my breath. How long has it been? One… no, two years… two whole years in a few weeks, would be the anniversary… Hunter’s … death.