Poopy POV: I get up from laying next to him and wipe a last tear off my eyelash..

I try to take deep breaths and process what just happened..

"Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale..." I close my eyes for a little bit and reopen them...

"Ok Poppy..deep breaths...let's go." I convince myself to leave my old house where I lived for a week and a half.

"This way? I think..I hope..." I finally just chose a way to go..

"The troll tree should be this way...I think so..." I talk to myself..

"Wrong." A voice says...