Into a grey sky morning

"I'm lost" the boy said half to himself, and half to the enveloping fog about him. He stumbled around aimlessly, looking for something.....anything. As he waded blindly through, he thought about why he left the path in the first place. There was nothing wrong with the path, it would bring him somewhere, somewhere familiar, somewhere warm. But here he was, walking blindly through the fog, which whispered to him a hundred doubts, telling him to give up, lie down and die. His price to pay for wandering into the unknown in the first place, off the route already planned, and so safe. Now he knew not where to go, or whether he'd die in this accursed place, running around in circles until he gives in to the whispers all around him.

Caught in his own despair, he did not feel the second presence there until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Wide-eyed and fearful, he spun around ready to face the new threat that this unknown has sent to claim him. To his surprise, it was a girl. Though to just describe her as a girl would be unfair on so many levels, she was the girl. Words unspoken, she took his hand and they looked at each other with mutual understanding. They both knew, they'd probably stand less of a chance together, there'd be less food, more chance of attracting new evils to feast on them. It seemed like the right thing to do- let her go, they'd both have it better. Yet he couldn't let go, and knowing that she was here, he couldn't think of taking but another step without her. As he walked through the endless plains, he felt.....that maybe this is why he wandered in here in the first place. And he dared dream that's why she came here too. He was hoping that was why she couldn't let go either.