His hand, intertwining with hers, was soft, delicate, and beautiful, like a pianist's touch.
Whenever Astrid saw him, she couldn't help but remember the older boy from that day. Though she had been too young to recall his face or fully grasp the reality of the situation, she could never forget the feeling of the encounter
On that day, tears welled up in four-year-old Astrid's eyes as she found herself lost in the forest, with no memory of how or why she had gone missing.
She clung to a simple rule she had heard before. If lost in the woods, the best course of action was to stay in one place. Wandering further would only make things worse.
'....'
It was then when she saw him. A boy fumbling with a tree. Astrid couldn't quite remember what he was doing, but it seemed as though he was wrapping a rope around it.
Soft sobs escaped her lips as she cried, and that was when the boy noticed her.
——Huh?
