FAYE'S POV
Since Arnoldo left, I had lost the ability to tell time.
The wind in the forest and mountains blew on our faces, drying the blood, leaving only an uncomfortable layer of blood stains sticking to our skin, but I couldn't muster the strength to clean it up.
I didn't know if the sun rose or set, if it was dark, how far Willie had run with me, or where he was taking me.
Along the way, he seemed to have been trying to talk to me, perhaps to comfort me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying and wasn't interested in knowing.
All I knew was one thing; Arnoldo was dead.
The only person who loved me in this world had left me forever.
I felt like I had been cursed by Satan, otherwise why would all the people I loved and who loved me suffer?