His fingers run over the course paper. The letters spilling into words, words spilling into sentences, and sentences spilling into paragraphs and stories and books. The cool crisp air filling his lungs as the wind blows around him creating a blanket to his skin. The open book in his lap turning pages from the breeze. It stops on the last page,
"To my faithful readers: thank you. Thank you for following me through this crazy journey. My time is coming to and end and I am deeply greatfull for your support. There are some stories tucked away that will be released when time comes. Thank you again. -H"
Tears grew in his eyes. Falling like rain from his green forest. Voice gentle and shaky he speaks "I would have loved you with my everything."