In Short, I Cannot Go Home

by Russingon5eva

In the silence, I can hear voices calling out to me. Grasping tendrils of my past reaching out to me over the centuries.

Prompts: Starter Sentence - "In the silence, I can hear voices..."

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In the silence, I can hear voices calling out to me. Grasping tendrils of my past reaching out to me over the centuries. Unbidden, my gaze shifts upwards as a screeching gull passes overhead. The pull at my core grows stronger, but there is nothing I can do to ease the strength of the call. The only way to end it's torment of me is to go to a place I once called home and that small mercy has been forbidden to me for all eternity. In short; I cannot go home. Maybe I deserve it that way. Anyone I meet who knows believe that even if they do not say it aloud (though some do). I can always see it in their hardened eyes. They would never forgive me, even if I never wronged them. Maybe I deserve it that way too.