Haunted Wood A lonely road

Bernard lumbered on his own through the snow, unsure of where he would go. The loss of his parents and separation from his brother still stung his heart. He felt empty and purposeless as he meandered, questioning why he even bothered to keep moving. His eyes were open yet unfocused as he merely existed, barely taking in his surroundings. Trees trickled into view until they were a steady flow, surrounding him fully. Also flowing steadily was a river to his left, which he supposed he'd follow.

He did so for a while before collapsing onto the ground on his side. His body was not exhausted, but his emotions were. He laid there for some time, struggling to find a reason to rise again. It was as if he had already died.