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As the tires ran by, splashing up the puddles of the rainwater onto the pavement, I walked down the lonely street with my hands in my pockets. I looked up into the dark, cloudy sky, squinting and struggling to see stars, but instead I'm faced with an endless blackness, a oblivious void in which I fear one day I'll fall into.
The static downpour pounded on the car roof as we powered down the highway. I had only just come home from school that day to find that my dad had everything packed, suitcases lined up at the bottom of the stairs and him announcing that we were leaving.
For some reason he'd always just randomly decide to move, completely uprooting our seemingly happy lives just as we begin to integrate into our new neighborhood and move.
I was her husband, I was married to her and wed to her until death did us part. As the years went by and the honeymoon period went by, our love disappated and faded. I longed for the same passion that we held in the first stages of our relationship, the fire, the air, the life.
It was the ultimate sacrifice. But if it was done to save her, to save Alice, then I would do anything to save her life. Is my life is what was required to save her's, I would happily send my soul to the underworld knowing that she was going to live a happy life. And she would.
The riots were spreading. Originally the started in the west of the country, but as news spread so did the riots, like a virus taking hold of the citizens and forcing them to riot. The destroyed everything in their wake; shops, houses, lives. They stopped at nothing to complete their goal, but no one really new what that goal was: was it something noble, like standing up against an oppressive government, or simply to revel in the destruction of other people's property?
I sat still, letting the tranquil, calm breeze lazily blow by. I listened to the wind whispering through the trees, and the near by ocean coming in and out, whispering in sync with my breathing. This was my place. My place to escape. My place for solitude and peace, to get away from the noise and the sounds, and find comfort.
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