Leaning behind a tree older than it seems like while looking at the stars as if its the first time I've seen them, I'm amused at how it can not care about what it can affect like the deliria did to those people who sacrificed themselves for the short feeling of trust and compassion toward two who are too indignant to believe of what it is capable of. Same goes for me, I guess. It's been long since I've seen him and it hurts my soul to think that he's long gone because every part of me can tell that he's still alive and breathing.
"Lena," said Sarah.
"It's time to go back its almost dawn," then she hesitates.
"Do you think he's still alive," I questioned.
"Don't act naive,Lena. He's not coming back. Grow up!"she said eyes with rage like I've never seen before.
I'm acting like an innocent child. I know he's not coming back for me. Though, the promises he made hurt me like the lies that surrounded me long before I came to The Wilds. I've had enough of life,it's promises and deception. He was my everything and He took him without giving me a choice for what I desire, for what I want to live for and with whom I want to want spend this despicable journey with. I'm tired of grieving,hurt of what happened,and frightened of what may come. For tomorrow is another day without him and another day for me to grieve for a while and move on. But for every right and wrong I've done, I don't regret them for they are part of the past that will make me who I am in the future.
And after all I've been through I meet Julian the man whom will help me stand up again and help am understand what love is then again capable of and another forever promise was made like every other lie easily said but like ever other lie hard to keep up with. I was rejoicing and regaining life and strength. But when suddenly the wall that I built between Alex and me was supposed to be rigid enough to help me escape any fear that may consume me,that I may overcome in a blink of an eye suddenly crumbles like shards of shattered glass falling to the ground but still shows you images of what you still are then and now never showing concern of what may it show. He is alive. Alex is alive and showing a face of compassion and love but I can sense that underneath that perfect face is anger and rage towards me who lied about "FOREVER".