My love
This weight, this darkness, is getting heavy my love. I’m not asking to lighten my load, no, no, why should you, my love, suffer to? But no my love, go on, my love, and be happy.
I can handle this a little longer, I promise. She smiles, she walks away, she collapses. Gasps. Weakly she stands, picks up her bag and moves on.
Her love turns his head, believing in her strength. He walks away into the fog.
Her smile is a little forced now, but she walks on, with his trust, with his love, into the clearing.
Her knees bend a little more as she walks on her way. Her bag sags to one side or the other, trying to rest its weight the correct way. She staggers.
He looks back, still walking through the fog, doesn’t see anything, he walks on.
She feels an onlooker, she stands straight, chin up, strong.
The fog is getting a little thinner, he looks back, nothing
The on looker is gone, her posture changes, the weight seems to be getting a little heavier, she needs to rest. A river she sees
The fog is almost gone, he feels strange. Something’s wrong? No, he walks on
River, she slowly lets her body slide down into a sit. She watches the river, her eyes get heavy watching the flowing. She sleeps lays down. Shallow.
The fog is finally clear. He looks behind him. Gasps , sighs, then cries. He cries until he falls to his knees. Then runs, runs as far as he can, once again, slowly, fog forms.
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Submission Name: My Love
