Song: Turning Page
Artist: Sleeping At Last
Characters: Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well.
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.
Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees.
Of The Heart
He supposes it's a little funny when he comes home and the house is silent. He's so used to the sound of the TV, the stereo or the soft hum of her voice as she sways in the kitchen. Normally when the house is quiet like this it means she's upset and worry settles in the pit of his stomach.
Slowly he begins to think nothing of it; she could be asleep for all he knew. It's not until he steps into the kitchen and the white paper on the refrigerator catches his attention. Her curved handwriting takes up the majority of the page; it burns his fingers as he holds it.
He's reading her words and trying to make sense of it all, running a hand through his hair and calling her name, trying to find her as the panic surges through him and blurs his vision. The bedroom is empty just like the closet, all her clothes gone.
Collecting himself he goes through all the places in his mind that she would go, the places she would run to in hopes to escape the world and everyone in it. There are so many options; she was a complicated person after all. But suddenly there's one place that stands out above the rest, the one place she would go when she wanted to escape even him.
He grabs the keys off the counter and runs out of the house, desperate to find her before it's too late and his words won't mean a thing. He's got a tight hold on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. He's driving so fast he's surprised he doesn't get a ticket, not that it would matter if he did. She's the only thing on his mind, and if he doesn't find her he doesn't know what he'll do. He's fought to hard and too long for this, there's no way he'll let her go without a fight.
When he finally gets there he's barely breathing, his eyes are searching for her and he can't seem to focus. He stumbles forward and is greeted with one of the most beautiful sights he's ever seen. She's sitting against the trunk of the huge tree, knees drawn up to her chest. He should have known it was the first place she would go, she had told him about it years ago and he memorized the location almost instantly.
Slowly he walks closer, seeing her shoulder tense as she listens to his footsteps. She doesn't move when he sits down next to her, he takes that as a good sign as he reaches for her hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Why did you leave?" he asks desperately, shrugging his shoulders. She purses her lips and scoots a little closer, the wind blowing in her face making her shiver.
"I couldn't stay there.. It's not fair to you to have to love someone with so many problems," she tells him, swallowing thickly. He scoffs and lets out a dry laugh.
"Sara I don't care what problems you have or what problems you think you have. I love you for you, and I'm not going to just let you walk away from me." He bites back the anger bubbling inside of him, glancing at her and looking for some form of emotion.
"Even if I didn't leave you Greg, I couldn't stay here," she says, shaking her head in disgust. "I can't take the way people look at me, at us." Tears cling to her lashes and she chokes on a sob, nuzzling her way into his arms, craving the warmth.
"Then we'll go," he says, "we'll do all the things we said we were going to do and we won't give a damn what anyone else thinks." He kisses her hair and holds her tight; the only way she'll ever leave is with him.