Realizing what he was doing, Obi turned around and ran away, into the very thicket of the forest.
"Damn it!"
Obi ruffled his hair. He never wore his favorite hat. He jokingly thought it would help him get out of his head of unnecessary thoughts, but in fact he knew that it was because of the unnecessary thoughts he was still holding this piece of cloth in his hands.
Sitting on a tree branch, he looked at the moon. As always, she was sad and calm - only she could be trusted with her thoughts, feelings, experiences, and today they were plentiful. The relief... For the first time in a whole day, he felt it and for a moment ceased to oppress himself. There were plenty of reasons for that.
Why didn't he ask her anything? Why did he leave so quickly? Why didn't you know her name? It was hard to remember a girl without knowing her name.
"Why is that?!"
A mysterious red-haired hooded girl who found him and cured him in less than a day, never leaving his mind for a second. That's what the hated girl who seemed to insult Obi with this babysitting was for him this afternoon.
"She is a herbalist, isn't she? So, she will soon come to the forest for herbs".
Obi has never been so impatient and restless. He was a cat waiting for his victim for hours. It always was, but for some reason he suddenly changed... Everything changed for him in one day. Or rather, he was changed, and so the world around him changed.
The guy was moving through the trees. As the sun was coming down, he was desperate to see anyone, let alone a weeder. He was more comfortable sitting on a branch. Now he'll get some sleep, and at night he'll go and steal something to eat from the tavern.
Obi listened to the silence of the forest for a few more minutes. Everything seemed so calm, but some anxious feeling did not leave the young man. He did not pay attention to it: literally for some days he became paranoid - everywhere something was seeing, it even some times fell down from trees and not only in a dream. He didn't know whether to thank this girl or curse her. But he couldn't hate her. And the point is not that she saved him.
Obi closed his eyes for a minute. He didn't feel tired. The memories of the girl - her green eyes, graceful gait, red hair - seemed to add to Obi's energy, which he was not very happy about. I wanted to forget about sleeping without any dreams - Obi knew that he would dream. Somewhere in the depths of his soul he was happy about it, but in words he just cursed stupid pictures of subconsciousness. After all, Obi was a man who had everything in his life changing: the terrain, work, housing, environment. He always traveled and stayed in one place, though he would like to be a little more surrounded by red hair. Not that she wanted the same thing.
The last thought did not make him very happy. But he didn't know how green-eyed he felt about him. What if she had forgotten the guy she had saved from losing blood for a long time?
Obi didn't want to think about it. She seemed to remember him too, maybe not as often as he did, but still...
