Coming Home
Prologue
What happens when everything you've ever loved gets taken away from you? If all the people that once believed in you, have lost faith?
The soft rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves calmed her down. The wind always did, and she loved the way it would blow through her hair, making her feel like she had wings and could fly every time it did. The wind was a strange thing. It could be a light breeze, or a destructive storm. It went wherever it wanted to, and was in a way very unpredictable.
She loved the wind as much as she loved him, because they were so much alike. He too, was unpredictable. Whenever he was around in that silent yet present way of his, she felt at ease. Then at other times he would feel angsty and keep her at arm's length. But he had abandoned her a long time ago. She had no idea where he was, how he was doing, if he was even alive for that matter. She knew he didn't mean to do the things that he did, because he was troubled my memories and guilt, but without his presence she felt small and fragile. Lonely.
