Hidden from life, yet visible and hospitable, this place was his own. No one came here anymore.
Just outside of town, this was his escape from all the noise and expectation that pressured his mind. He liked the cool dark of the tunnel. It felt peaceful to him, and nobody ever found him here.
Both paths led back to town. But the other side of the tunnel above forked to somewhere unknown. Countless times he lingered at the edge of the tunnel, wondering. But regardless of whether he went or not, it would be no better. He knew from experience that people, no matter who they are or how they differ, endlessly expect everything from you.
He was tired of trying to match up.
Thanks to Madison Woods.