My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 13 : We are not heroes

Perspective: Conrad Garnier

The winds grew colder as we went inside, the trees were so tall and huge that they were blocking all the sunlight, as I felt a chill running up and down my spine, Regina covered me with a shroud.

I thanked her, and since she too was shivering in the cold I took her in with me.

We snuggled up.

The carriage forward was hazy due to the snow storm, that had started when we entered the forest.

For a moment there, I felt as If we were the only souls present on the whole world.

I knew I shouldn't feel like that since, I regard Regina as my sister but feelings are something you can never have control over.

You can suppress them, disregard them but at the end of the day they remain deep inside you buried, yearning to be let out.

"But Regina is still my sister".

The forest was dark, every light from the sun had been obstructed by those huge trees which were stretching to the skies above.

It was dark and yet comforting, but our comfort didn't lasted for long, It had o