Don't Say Goodbye. (One Shot)

My cigarette's smoke ran over my lips and my face, almost caressing them. I closed my eyes to appreciate the harmony of the leaves colliding with each other, the water dancing among the rocks and the singing of the birds.

Everything is fine. I told myself.

My hand rose through the air, landing in my mouth and placing the cigarette between my lips, I inhaled the smoke, feeling as it traveled through my throat and lungs, and then be expelled as a soft whisper.

Everything is in peace. I tought.

I untied the laces of my shoes and removed my socks, then dipping my bare feet in the water, letting the cold relax me.

"Everything is perfect." I whispered...

But my heart knew that it wasn't really truth. I was traped...traped between what was right and what I wanted. I was traped and I had to choose between my heart and my brain.

I opened my eyes and the sun was already out, so I put my socks and shoes back on and got up, my feet touching the soft moss as I made my way out of the woods. The smell of wet pavement indicated that I was close, so I started running, the wind ruffling my hair. I ran through the trees until I heard the car horns and accelerated even more my pace. When I got to the road I kept running on the sidewalk, heading towards the institute of the city.

My choise was made.