meganb
Breathing. Love. He was her necessity, the one thing that would keep her alive no matter the fallout this world would bring. So when he left, the thing that sustained her, she was lost, alone, and confused. What would she do now that the one necessity, the one needed thing in her life was gone? She ran. She ran far and long and wide with a sense of freedom she had never felt before. Yes, she ran.
Convicted about life. Of love, poor choices, lost chances. When would this cycle end? Would she be free to live again or confined by the constraints of conviction and loyalty forever? Could she become the person she truly wanted to be or would she be eternally suffocated by her convictions to be who the world thought she should be?