Snippet #2667603

Christopher

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I start to leave but something pulls me back. I glance back at the cottage. I know she'd still asleep in there.
I creep back in and kiss her gently on the forehead, she smiles and mumbles something unrecognisable. I leave as quickly and quietly as I can. The clouds have started to come over again and the sky darkened. Almost like it was saying I was doing something bad but I couldn't deal with all this.
I take off in a sprint across the path and through the trees, who knows where I'm going. I don't even know. I run and run until my lungs feel like they are going to explode and my heart might jump out of my chest. I'm so far away from the cottage now that I can see the towers of the city through the trees-I hope Savannah finds her way back.
I slide down against a tree and let my emotions take over. I scream and cry and slam my fists into the ground until the skin is raw and they start to bleed. I don't bother with an iratze, the pain is welcome.

Someone once told me that people don't cry because they're weak but because they've been strong for too long.
I didn't believe them.
I do now.