Week 27

The moistness under her eyes perplexed her at length. She knew she was crying she simply couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why. It seemed as though the simple thought of him made her feel as though she wasn't good enough. Why was it so hard for her to believe that she could be anything but what she had been trained to be? This was supposed to be her new start; she was supposed to be happy. So why couldn't she?

The night was dark and extremely cold. The fire had died long ago, though she did not move to add more wood to the dying flames. She still lay where she had fallen asleep earlier and the couch was not comfortable in the least. Though the chair he lay in looked even more uncomfortable. Sitting up slowly she stretched her arms, casting a glance in his direction she took a slow careful breath. He had been so nurturing and caring, just like he always had been the only difference was that now it was for her not some person he had only just met. It was nice but rather daunting; he hadn't treated her in such a manner since they were children. She knew what he really cared for was the child growing within her, not her.

No matter what she longed for and how close is seen to be in her grasp. She made up her mind, she could not stay. Not here, not with him.

As the cold night air engulfed her she cast one last glance over her shoulder to his sleeping form. She knew her disappearance would break his heart, she only helped what heal.