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"𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩"
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[ 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 ]
It took a few seconds for the adrenaline to kick in before I automatically clicked into gear. Numbly grabbing onto the handle of the gun, and soaring out of the safety of the place Jason and I once called home, without looking back.
The dull echoes of my racing heartbeat, and the hectic thuds of my bare feet plunging into the soft unpacked earth underneath me were the only things I could give an ear to as I pushed through.
I pushed through many a thing in these woods
The jagged thorny branches that kept getting caught on skin, surely drawing blood
The screaming pains of lungs begging me to extinguish the fires I had set forth
The terrible thoughts that surfaced; as I took each laboring breath
True despair; was exactly what I felt whilst running through these woods
I could still hear the distant echoes of his impulsive free laughs, at my mere attempts of being free of his grip after lifting me so effortlessly off the ground and onto his stealthy shoulders.
His lingering presence so apparent here reminded me of how he plucked the reddest rose from the neighboring bunch, and carefully set it into the crook between my ear and head whispering
"Hey, everyone needs a little red I their life.", as well as when tears welled up in his strikingly piercing blue eyes as he told me that he loved me for the first time.
These woods witnessed dreams being freely spoken out into the open, and genuine laughs so often you would think we were in heaven.
There however was an intruder in our midst lurking in the shadows listening intently to our laughs and hopeful promises planning to take them all away, and revel in the heartache.
