What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 322

Josephine had no idea how big the island was. All she knew was that she had to run to the depths of the woods where all the lush greenery was.

It was supposedly noon time, yet the depths of the woods were extremely dark. The aftermath of the storm lingered, with water droplets incessantly dripping from the leaves of branches. The grass was quite damp as well, and more droplets were hanging from the grass blades. Even the ground had transformed into endless puddles of mud.

The young woman kept stumbling her way forward, resulting in her tripping over and falling a few times. Her bathrobe was completely stained by filthy mud at that point. Since she wasn't wearing shoes, her ankles were already sporting a few cuts, while her soles were injured from the sharp edges of stones littering the ground.

"Louie—"

Josephine's feeble voice was racked with violent sobs. She wanted nothing more than to scream, but the moment her voice escaped from her throat, all she could hear was a whine which was as weak as a kitten's.

The poor woman fell a couple more times after that. Every time she did, she would climb back onto her feet, disregarding the pain flaring from various parts of her body. Then, she would wipe her tears away while continuing to travel into the depths.

In the end, Josephine had no idea where she was going.

She could only remain where she was while gazing at the tall trees surrounding her. The birds' chirps and the insects' buzzing in the woods were weaved into an invisible net filled with fear and anxiety, ensnaring her senses.

In the distance, Josephine saw a raised platform made of bluestone slabs, so she ran toward it quickly. The platform was the only thing that could offer her the slightest bit of protection in the woods.

Green vines coiled and meandered around the thick tree trunks, their growth appearing untamed and erratic, resulting in a chaotic intertwining of vegetation. Everywhere the young woman looked, all she felt was the primal fear lurking in the darkness.

Josephine curled into a little ball on the platform.

It seemed that she couldn't find Lewis at all.

To make things worse, she got lost in the process as well.

Meanwhile, Lewis didn't find Josephine on the yacht by the time he came back.

A deep frown graced his features as he burst into the cabin. It was vacant, as expected. The robe he had draped onto her earlier that day was ditched on the ground.

After the man got off the yacht, he headed in the direction of the woods briskly.

The sun was starting to set. Josephine could vaguely hear the roars from unknown beasts within the woods. A couple of vultures circled the skies above her head while the atmosphere was filled with the crows' throaty caws and the sounds of a pair of wings flapping rapidly near rustling leaves. All of those sounds drifted into the poor woman's ears at the same time.

Josephine could only tighten the bathrobe around her body before covering her ears tightly. At the same time, she remained in the same position as a curled-up ball.

The brightness in the woods started dimming as time passed. Josephine could only watch as the outlines of the plants around her began to melt into the darkness.

A rustling sound came from the grass behind the young woman at that moment. It didn't sound like the sound made by the winds. Instead, it sounded like something was crawling through the grass.

Josephine turned around stiffly, vaguely spotting the grass blades starting to move on their own. It seemed that something was heading her way from below.

Weirdly enough, the grass blades were separated by an unknown entity.

Josephine tensed up immediately while watching the weird crack slithering her way.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds later, the young woman finally witnessed the entity burst forth from the grass.

Josephine's eyes widened immediately at the sight of the unwanted visitor. All color was drained from her complexion as her heart started racing in fear.

It was a snake that was as thick as her wrist. It raised its head in the darkness as though it was camouflaging as a standing branch.

In the midst of the gentle breeze that caressed the woods, both human and snake locked eyes. For a moment, Josephine was very sure that she could hear the snake's hisses.

She swallowed dryly before forcing herself to scramble up to her feet as quickly as she could and hop off the platform. Then, she bolted in a random direction.

The young woman was already lost, so she didn't know where she was heading or where to go.

Louder rustling noises could be heard erupting from behind Josephine. She had no idea if the snake was chasing her or if it was the wind teasing the grass blades.

Fear was the only emotion propelling her to keep bolting forward.

Thorny bushes were everywhere in the patch of the woods Josephine was in. Her unfortunate bathrobe had suffered relentless torment, torn and shredded by numerous thorns. Reduced to nothing more than tattered strips of rag, it hung loosely from her bare body, its former semblance of clothing irreparably destroyed.

It was then Josephine tripped over something and fell down once again.

Her palm landed on a pile of thorny vines, immediately causing a sharp pain to flood her nerves.

That fall was enough to drain her of her energy. The poor woman could only lie on the ground while sobbing quietly.

Suddenly, Josephine remembered that Lewis had decided to abandon her, so now she was left all alone in this world. Hence, she hung her head limply, no longer wishing to fight for her survival.