The Chosen.

White Picket Fence and a Red Thred

Silence laid heavily over the group like a blanket of tension. I chewed my sandwich slowly, deep in thought. I shared brief glances with Sloane and Mia. Thank god they both understood i needed to be left alone with my thoughts. 

I could tell Bill was uneasy by the way he frequently looked over at me. But in all honesty i didn't care, my mind was completely elsewhere.

Where do we go from here?

I sat in contemplation, staring at the rye bread of my sandwich. My feelings of hopelessness weighed heavier on my chest as the time passed. I lead my friends into this... this dead end. We're so close but with out that damn third coin, this will all be for nothing.

Then, it hit me. 

"We need to go to the city. There were printed news articles about the three creators of the labs when i snuck into the file room. There has to be more like them on record somewhere. I need to find his name, then we will be able to find him through city documents." I raise my head, breaking the silence of the woods around us.

"But city records are usually not open to the public." Georg adds, taking a bite of food.

"Oh you don't know June. She loves to hear the words off limits. It's like a challenge to her." Tom smirks to his brother. 

That goofy crooked smile makes my heart leap in my chest. 

"Sounds like someone else i know." Georg throws his shoulder into Sloane who rolls her eyes. Gustav laughs heartily, nodding his head in agreement. 

"We will have to go at night. So we're not seen." Mia chimes in. 

"So it's settled. We walk to the city tonight and wait on the outskirts until late. That's when we will make our move." Bill adds, looking at each and every one of us. 

As we walked through the forrest, i could no longer even think about our destination. Thoughts of marrying Tom swam laps around my flooded mind. 

Growing up, i was never one of those little girls who envisioned their wedding day. I never dreamed about my prince charming. I never even pictured myself getting married. But with Tom, it was different. 

I wanted to marry him. I wanted the god awful white picket fenced house in the culdesac of the street we would live on with some pretentious name. I wanted the mischievous children he would give me that would inevitably ruin my perfect figure. I wanted to be the typical waspy midwest suburban house wife who drank cocktails while doing laundry. Because i wanted to do anything as long as it meant i would be with him.

But i could never. My love for Bill is so deep i could never rid myself of it. The bond him and i share is inseverable. I picture it in my mind as a red thread wrapped snuggly around our fingers. The knot in the thread will never be undone, the thread can never be cut. It is a constant reminder that my heart will forever bleed for him.