ChellConrad
it was dark in the room - the smell of wood smoke and rosemary hung heavy around her. Quietly she looked up from the edge of the bed, a sad smile on her face. "Will it hurt she asked" a tear rolling down her soft cheek. "No" he whispered, "well maybe a little." He reached toward her face hand outstretch to catch the drop. "It's going to be okay baby", he said shrugging a little and dropping his hand to his side. She glanced at the table where the firearm lay and realized that nothing in this world would make her pick it up. He paced to the window and glanced out at the moonless night. "It's darker than Satan's bowels out there" he said with a low laugh.
Slowly she stood from the bed and stood behind placing her head against his strong back. "we'll just run" she said tears pouring from her golden eyes now. "we'll leave it all and never come back." he turned pulling her against his chest and running his hands through her hair. "The thing about running" he said his lips against her head "is that once you start you can never stop and you can never turn back."
I had my walking orders, the direction I was supposed to go was clear. The odds were insurmountable, deep water and dark oceans before me. A moment in time to decide if the risk is worth it. My eyes can't see the future, my heart feels the path before me but I'm blind as to how I can reach the other side. To the shores of happiness and the place I desire most in this world ... how do I get there and how do I keep from losing myself in the process.
this is the way it all began – the moment I knew I was falling. There were no flashes before my eyes as my feet slipped off the sill, there was only the rush of the wind in my ears and a few brief moments of doubt, fear, freedom, and mostly regret. I knew I would never regain that moment again – this was a one time deal and there was no way to go back. Time is like that you know, distant, cold and unforgiving. It does not leave room for anyone to ever go back.
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