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A Hundred Miles
I
didn't understand. I needed to think. I got up and started to walk
away.
"Where do you think you're going?" James asked, only
moving to sit up.
"Somewhere," I muttered, carrying on
walking. He was beside me in a flash.
"Victoria?" I thought I
heard concern in his voice. No, no, I didn't. Stop
being stupid, Victoria. Why would he be concerned about you?
But I had no idea why. I just knew I heard it.
"I want to be
alone."
"You can't. You're not just running off."
"James,
please! I'm coming back! I just need to be alone for an hour or
two. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Still, you're not
going."
"Yes, I am. I can do what I want."
"No, you
can't. You do as I say. You don't have a choice!"
"I know
I don't have a choice! If I had a choice, do you think I would be
with you?! Because, let me tell you something, James, I wouldn't
be! I wouldn't be within a hundred miles of you!" I ran off,
leaving him standing there, stunned. He really shouldn't be.
The
sun was just beginning to rise, casting an orange glow over the
forest. The harsh morning wind bit at my face, and my feet never made
a sound as they skimmed lightly over the ground. He didn't take
after me, for which I was grateful, but even when I flew into the
darker and denser parts of the woods, I knew it wasn't far enough.
I kept running. Even though I had no destination in mind, no place to
rest, no place to stop, I knew I wasn't there. It was weird, almost
unreal. Then I heard it. James shouting my name desperately, trying
to get me to go back or at least stop. I couldn't. I
wouldn't.
"Victoria!" No. Don't go back. Just keep going.
Don't go back, Victoria, don't go back.
"Victoria!"
The
word echoed around the forest, blocking out any other noise. If I
could've cried, I would have when I heard his final agonized yell
die off into the distance as I crossed the forest's
edge.
"Victoria!"