The End of the Road

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I stood up abruptly. It was me Emma well... Present me. The dreams were so vivid. It felt real. I felt like I had lost a real friend. I woke to find Jasper looking at me on my bed side. I cried into his shoulder. He stroked my hair. I wanted my memories of him. Was he a lie? Was he the truth? Did I love him? I couldn't take all the question that flooded my mind looking at him. I ran to the one thing that didn't seem to change even back then in the memories Enzo was there for me. I saddled Enzo and climbed onto him. As we left the barn and flew up in the sky the reins were all familiar again. The wind dried my tears. Enzo was in control as I buried my head into his scales. I couldn't handle any of this. Enzo flew for what seemed like a few seconds and started to land in the familiar landscape. The house was the same. The blue butterflies seemed to have never moved from that night. A stone was laid in front of the house. I followed the winding path to the beach. The memories of long walks here came back. I sat down in the sand crying into my lap. Enzo giving me space a little ways down the beach. In the direction of the path a branch broke. My eyes could not bear to see the weathered soul approaching me.