Found Missing

by Lily Jill

We hear it outside again. Tentative steps. Contemplative. Calculating. It's the sound that tells me it's him. It's the sound that tells me he's found me. Except he doesn't find me dead like I wanted him to a year ago when I left him. It doesn't matter now. I'm no longer missing. I'm found. And now, I'm as good as dead. DRABBLE.

3. Chapter 3

Loving you all and your response! Bella still has a decision to make. Posting this a little early today since I'll be out doing Father's Day events all day. Happy Father's Day to those who celebrate, and wrapping those in a hug who celebrate a little differently today.

"It's time."

Whether it's time to stay where I am in this sorry excuse for a room or time to leave it behind and walk down the aisle towards the man that awaits me at the other end makes my heels freeze in place.

I can't move.

I don't want to move.

If I move, I'm condemning myself to a life I don't want. To a man, I don't want. To a man, I once craved but now have no idea why.

The fingers that were shaking moments ago reach out to grasp something, anything firmer than the fabric of my dress. There's a small table in this room inside the church, and I place my hands on the top of it to steady both my body and my mind.

I'm not sure there's a surface in the world strong enough to hold me afloat.

I can't do this.

I don't want to do this.

I sigh.

Regardless, I know I will do this.

I've done it for so long I don't know if I even remember how to say no to him.

Or, more importantly, to say yes to myself.

The question is WHEN she will say yes to herself. It's an easy thing to lose if you're in a relationship such as this.

See you tomorrow!