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Honeysuckle
The weather was the opposite of her mood, full of bright sunshiny rays and clear skies. Even the trees and grass seemed happy to dance in the cool breeze of that June day. The wind whistled every so often, catching the leaves or branches in just the right manner. Wild flowers filled the fields on both sides of the road, filling the air with pleasant floral aromas.
All of this, yet nothing could stop her tears from falling. The sounds could not muffle her sniffles and sobs. The wind blew her attempt to hide her face away in the opposing direction. Today was a perfect day for love and picnics. Today was not a day for her.
The heat rose from the street, each foot step pounding against the asphalt, pushing her forward. She had no destination, no place to go, and no one to care for her. Her life was miles behind her in a house no longer her home with a man who no longer loved her. Every time her chest began to calm and her sobs stop, she remembered what he said as she was walking out the door, you are worthless and disgusting. She had been nothing but good to him, everything he asked for she complied, yet she was the one hurt.
Not many cars had passed her by, a small grace from an unrelenting being, and she was unsure of how far she had walked. Her feet began to hurt in her black boots. If she had somehow known this would happen, she would have dressed more appropriately instead a black and green skirt and black tight shirt in an attempt to impress. Another small grace, hardly any of the cars honked at her.
Pushing her honey blonde hair away from her view, she turned towards the sound of a slowing vehicle, more precisely a motorcycle. Sleek black and gleaming as if it had just been waxed. Blues jean and a black leather jacket showed the body of a man, all lean muscle. He straddled the bike, holding it up, while two hands moved to remove the helmet. Striking azure eyes met her grey cloudy skies as he pushed onyx strands from his face.
"Do you need help, miss?" The slight depth to his voice matched the emotions playing across his face.
"I..." Did she need help? "I think I'm lost." She finally took the time to look around, fully pulling her locks away from her face. The heat did not feel good on her swollen tear stained face.
"I will give you a ride." Another helmet materialized from nowhere it seemed and was given to her.
She was confused but mirrored his motions as his returned to his head. The bike was intimidating and she was certain now would be the time to run; but she didn't want to.
"Come." He held his hand out and she took it as he pulled her to sit behind him on the bike. "Hold on to me."
She did as instructed and they were off, the only thing on her mind was the over powering scent of honeysuckle and clinging to the man she held to for dear life.