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If you choose to leave toby, continue reading from the heading below. If you choose to help him, scroll down to the second heading.)
You Chose to Leave Him.
"I’m sorry," you sighed, watching the glow of his eyes dim. He opened his mouth to say something, the pain all too evident in his face. You took a step back as he reached for the rim once more, his knuckles paling with effort as he clawed for purchase. But there just wasn’t anything to hold onto.
"Don’t leave," his voice broke. "Don’t leave me, I... I l-lo..." He stopped speaking, the pain in his voice replaced by anger. "I’ll find you again. I won’t forget this. I won’t f-f-forgive you."
With a heavy heart, you turned away, unable to face that look in his eyes. You carried yourself back towards the tree line, your arms wrapping around your chest, trying to keep the pain in your ribs at bay as you carefully threaded over the underbrush.
A moment later, you heard something fall followed by another loud thud. Then you heard nothing else. The evening was eerily quiet as you made your way back home. Hopefully, someone had called the police, and an ambulance too. Hopefully, Nancy was alright. Hopefully, Darren would be waiting.
You felt strangely content, and as you walked down the woods alone, you knew for a fact, that the nightmare was truly over.
You Chose to Help Him.
You felt utterly ridiculous for doubting yourself. No version of you could abandon the man who had once again risked his life to save you. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, the moment of doubt clouding you with guilt as you threw your hands down the well and wrapped your fingers around the materials of his jacket.
You pulled as hard as you could, and despite the aching in your ribs or the burning in your jaw, you clenched your teeth and tugged until he had enough leverage to lift himself.
You fell back to the ground, a relieved look on your face as Toby managed to roll over the well’s side. He sat there next to you, his eyes swimming with emotions as he pulled you into a hug.
"I thought you’d leave," he confessed.
"I would never do that to you," you replied, burying your head into the crook of his neck and breathing in the scent of him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling so tight you felt your ribs bend.
"Ouch," you hissed, and he quickly let you go.
"Right, right, I’m s-s-sorry," he rose to his feet, and before you knew it he was lifting you up into his arms, holding you with uncharacteristic care as he began walking down the woods. "Don’t worry," he assured you. "I’ll take c-c-care of you."
You leaned your head into his chest, inhaling that soft smokey scent. He said he would take care of you, and you believed him.
And so the nightmare continued, but you were okay with that.