62 Path Pt II: (Vivid imagination)

"We meet again, young lady." 

It was the old woman that Emilin had previously met on the bus that she took to get here. The one that informed her about the bad signal in this area of the mountain range, which prompted her to text her family before starting her hike on the trail.

Emilin was restrained to a simple nod. Not expressing happiness nor annoyance, simply indifference, even if that's not how she felt deep down.

Emilin didn't falter despite this stiffening feeling in her heart, after all, her mind was clear on what was worse, having feelings and not being to express them, or not having feelings at all.

By comparison, her current troubles were not worth mentioning, after all, the previous obstacles in her heart had literally led to her death.

She was already lucky that she was able to express herself to her family, the ones who first showed her what kind of life she could and wanted to live.