From The Ashes

By Saz

Sequel to Where I Used To Have A Heart

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The night crawls by with agonizing slowness. Each moment that passes increases my guilt infinitesimally and by the end of the shift I feel rotten.

I hope she's okay.

I don't think I could live with myself if she went and did something rash. She's a rational person, she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Except leave, and I don't want that to happen.

I know what I have to do. I have to find her, apologize and explain why I acted the way I did.

I have to tell her the truth.

I leave work, and drive instinctively to her house.

~*~ Fin ~*~