Sinful Discovery

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Chapter 11

I was breathless by the time I slowed down to the walk, already seeing the tall tree of brown, red and green. I can count on one hand how many times I've been here. The first time was freshman year, an archeology class exercise. We were in groups with supervising teachers. The second time was with Nessa, I don't even remember what exactly we were doing there. And that's about it. There are wild animals rumored to be in there, cayotes to be premise. So it's just a matter of courage, I don't think it's safe to go in there when it's dark anyway, anything can happen.

I walked around, my jacket tied around my waist as I looked for Sky. I didn't want to go in alone and it'll be harder to find him if he went it. I continued stepping on leaves and branches and looking around to make sure no one who knew me or my Ma was seeing me. I heard a groan and I stilled, waiting to hear something else.

"Sky? Are you there?"  I ask out into the air when I hear nothing else. I stand still in position waiting until I heard footsteps and my breath caught in my throat before dark hair and cat eyes walk into view and I breathe out in relief, a small smile making it's way to my face. "For a moment there I thought it was someone else."

Sky tilts his head to a side, looking at me. "Are you expecting someone else?"

I shake my head, walking closer to him. He looked just as beautiful as the last time I saw him, thirty minutes ago but now something was off. Maybe his mood— "no but you know what they say about the woods?"

"No, I don't think so."

I blush a little, "well my Ma says it's where loafers and deadbeats come to waste their life hidden from the sky."

"Ouch," Sky says but he has his smile on now. "I won't say your mum is wrong. They could still waste their life hidden from the sky in buildings too."

I nod, "true."

He smirks at me, "well, I'm please to inform you that there's no stoner, loafer or deadbeat around. From my opinion anyway."

I frowned. Did he think I'd categorize him into any of that? "Me too."

"Come on then," he nudges his head forward, already turning and walking away. I quickly followed behind him. We walk further in, the trees closing around us and the welcoming scents and breeze soothing any worry. Sky walks with ease and purpose, so comfortable like the ground beneath him is tarred and smooth. When it's actually the opposite and I try as much to walk carefully on the uneven ground and steeps.

"How often do you come here?" I ask watching him easy climb a boulder without holding anything as support.

He turns to me when he's at the top, stretching his hand down to me. "Quite frequently."

I take his hand and pull myself up, he doesn't let go until we carefully get down again. There's a fallen tree here, looking sandpapered without molds or creepy insects houses. It can't be completely natural, I conclude when Sky sits on it and I realize this is our destination.

I run my hands over the sandpapered top, dusting it a bit before I untie my jacket, placing it beside me as I sit. "Why?" I returned back to the question I asked before, dusting my hands together.

Sky pushes his cheek out with his tongue, then shrugs. "It's quiet, very peaceful and comfortable and the birds sing in a melody that's very pleasing to me." He shakes his head, "and Samantha Hunt once said "these woods are where silence has come to lick it's wounds"".

He looks passionate about it and I can just see that this place is cherishable to him. I smile at the thought of him being a woods guy, it fits him. He feels just as dark, as bright and as refreshing as the woods do. "See, you do know a saying about the woods."