caitlinp1998
Society held me prisoner. All I wanted was to return to where I came from - to go back to the forest, live off of the land. To listen to the winds and speak to the trees, to let the roar of the river shake the ground beneath my feet. I just wanted to let go, and I couldn't do that here.
I pledged my life to her, and now she's gone.
I'd be lying if I said I was never a thief. I was for a long period of time. And I was damn good at it.
She was worth it - worth everything. I have no regrets to this day - I loved her, and perhaps I still do.
And I know that nothing is all I have left, but nothing is all I need.
It was no wonder why he was gone so soon. Who would want to be burdened with something as severe as that? It was amazing that she could even handle it. She would never ask that of anyone else.
Rocks. Rocks. All that was there - rocks.
Black - I remember that. They were black rocks.
They were sharp, ragged. They would cut - deep.
The fabric was thin, the color faded. Everything she remembered about her mother was in this dress, but it had now withered away into a vast nothingness.
She saw herself in the dress.
There comes a point when talking is no longer an option. Sometimes you just have to walk away, especially after such horrid news is delivered to a person - by you. They don't want to see your face anymore.
Understand that.
Everything about the situation was so aggravating! Hell, everything about him was!
There wasn't one thing she could do to fix this - to fix them . . .
She was on her way to the airport when the lightning struck.
Too late; she was too late.
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