Bella's Renewal
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
2:57 PM
Sometimes, I think about what might have happened if he stayed just a bit longer. Or, if he was lying.
Bella. Stop. Don't think like that. You should know better than to wish for the impossible.
It's too late. The hole in my chest comes gaping open again. My arms immediately fly to my torso. I hold myself tight, my breath coming out in short, shallow breaths. I start to run, afraid I might fall apart here on the beach. With my arms still clutching my sides, I go towards where I parked my truck.
Halfway there, I collapse on the sand as the images start running through my head. But now there's new images. Images of what might have been. I start to quiver as traitor tears stream down my face.
Suddenly, I can't feel the sand beneath me.