Gasoline

She fell deep into a ocean of green his stare was strong it felt like they had been there in that one moment for hours. It was so still she could hear his breathe. As she stared back she felt like stone and she was unsure of when she would move. He was like a modern day medusa. When he did move the sun blinded her because the shade quickly went away. She took quick cover under her arm but once she moved she found he was gone. Everything she had just felt was almost like a very distant memory. Before he left she felt almost whole. It was strange to think that she could feel that from a totally stranger. It was almost like she had half a heart without it full it would only beat so much. She began to ask one simple question.. who was he?

Bee was 20 no where to go but the open road it had been this way since the day she turned 16. Years of seeing new places and meeting strangers every day. She was like a ballon floating wherever the wind took her. She never stayed in one place for to long.. Not because she had commitment issues but because she just never liked being in a place staring at the scenery for to long. She really was a wandering soul.

Nixon wished he could make a life in many of the places he had been but he had to run. Run far away from the problems he did not want to deal with. He had meet many people and yet he could never have any kind of relationship with anyone. No one to call family.. no one to call friend. He couldn't even connect on that special level. He didn't choose this life he just wanted to be normal. He wanted a family a friend or someone he could call his. Home was almost like a myth. He wanted to just feel something. He was 21 and ready to just be someone.

Two souls walking.. waiting.. searching for a greater plan or just to find a special something... well something is coming and they just may be the only one's who can face it.. but are they ready?