Music Speaks

Breathe Again

I paused as I loaded my last bag into the trunk of my car. It had been three years since I left. I've been bouncing around hotels since then. I wanted so desperately to go back, but I knew I couldn't. I closed my eyes and thought back to the night I left.

I had waited until you fell asleep. I lay on the bed next to you. Your eyelids fluttered as you dreamed, and I slipped out of our bedroom quietly. We had been together a year by then. It was a year of bliss. I'd had no worries when I was with you.

That is, until I got a text from my brother.

'He knows where you are. He knows who you're with. You need to get out as soon as you can.'

I remembered that text word for word, even to this day. I still loved him. My heart ached. It felt as though I was drowning and I just wanted to breathe again. I had no idea if he was okay or not. I didn't know if my leaving did anything. I just wanted to keep him safe.

A bang on my car snapped me out of my reverie. I looked to my car, where I saw a tan hand splayed against the hood. My eyes followed a tshirt covered arm to a neck, then a face.

I gasped. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to follow me. He was supposed to stay at home assuming I broke up with him.

I looked into his crystalline blue eyes and it felt like I could breathe again. He wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace as I cried into his chest.

~Parker~