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Val suddenly stopped. “Look.” She whispered and pointed to the right. There were three deer’s, grazing lazily. It had only been half an hour since sunrise.

“They haven’t seen us.” I smiled at her. One of them looked up at us, I saw its muzzle move in small jerks, like it was sniffing for scents in the air, and then they ran off.

I wanted to talk to her about yesterday. But I didn’t know where to begin. But I wanted to get better at giving her air, understand her, talk to her without the words gets stuck in my throat and strangle me. I wanted her to tell me how she feels instead of giving me that face and pull away from me. When she pulls away from me, like last night where she said she needed some time alone and didn’t want to share the tent, I felt that tightening around my chest. The… choking feeling. I didn’t want that, I had enough shit to deal with already. The growing guilt for starters. How do I get her to talk to me? And how do I tell her t