Trees. Malin did quite enjoy trees; the way they seemed to bring life and happiness to all who laid eyes on them, the way they represented shelter to so many people...
"Trees are nice," he admitted. "I've always liked trees. And, uh, flowers. I-I know they're kinda traditionally girly or whatever, but...I like beautiful things. I-it's stupid."
That feeling of being watched was growing. Malin risked a glance over his shoulder, uneasy.
"If that girl dies..." Bennie couldn't even finish the sentence. She bit her lip, pushing past trees and stumbling over roots. Life couldn't die. Not now that Bennie had finally found her. She COULDN'T die.
Bennie wouldn't let her die.