February 7 Face of body in woods released

Tuesday:

She kissed me and no one was there to witness it and I couldn't tell anyone as they'd have laughed and called me a liar. She would never ever kiss me again. The thought of never being kissed was bad enough but the thought of never being kissed again is unbearable so I agreed to not speak of it once we left the woods. That was three long weeks ago and it's like we're back to where we were before: acquaintances, friends perhaps. I let her catch me staring but she doesn't react.


 
Friday:

It was on the news today, they identified him. I know it's unfair to blame him but that dead cyclist we found on the way out has blown my last chance of happiness.