I woke up in the snow with dirt in my mouth… and a dead body beside me.

At first, I couldn’t remember my own name. I didn’t know where I was, why I was freezing, or why there was blood beneath the man lying next to me in the woods. But as pieces of my memory slowly started coming back, I realized the truth was far worse than being lost.

He was my boyfriend.

And somewhere in the dark parts of my mind, buried beneath fear and guilt, was the memory of what I did to him that night in the cold.

As I retrace our final hours together, the forest begins to feel less empty… and the deeper I remember, the more terrified I become of myself. Because some things should stay forgotten. Some memories should stay buried.