Twilight is not mine.

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Chapter 34

I walk down the road, taking in the scenery, inhaling the fresh air. I kept having that feeling, where I knew my destination, but I really didn't know why and where I knew it from.

I walked several minutes, and then it suddenly hit me. This was where I'd find it.

But… What?

So I walk.

I walk along the winding road, as the green blooming fields wound around the passage to the road.

I see the cattle and the big and small Haciendas that give way at the end of each field. I watch as the sun starts to color the sky in its orange and purple hues.

I walk; I take in all that I'm seeing. I fell like it's the first time that I will ever experience this and I will never see this again. I take in every last moment and every last color and categorize my emotions at this particular time and place.

And I feel… happy, but I am not content.

I want more.

But what else is there?

I look at my life as I walk down this dirt road -to God only knows where- and see the thread that is my existence.

All I come up with is that I've been a good son, a good friend and a good person. I know that I was put on this earth to be good. I've never strayed from what my parents and there teaching's path.

But still I do not feel content.

I come across a place where the dirt road becomes a crossroad, on one side the road is still dirt to the left. And there are country cottages and small peaks and valleys turning in to a pond.

To my right there is a paved road, with cobbled stones and you can see that this probably leads to the town, where civilization awaits.

I take the paved road, and keep walking, I come to a dip on the road and can begin to see the rush of the small town; everyone is walking faster, as if they are all late for something. I keep walking slowly with my original pace. I care not to be intimidated. I want my rhythm I want my pace to be slower.

I see a grand piece of land in the middle of the town's square, and I walk over to sit on one of the iron benches.

I can people watch here. I haven't done it in a while since my mother started to refuse walking the towns with us while we promoted the shows.

I can feel the sun on my back, and the slow wind cooling me. I walked for quite some time, and as I can tell it is already way past mid day. I close my eyes and enjoy the soft wind playing with my hair. The children are playing on a statue of man on horse back. They seam to be hiding beside it. I open my eyes to look at there smiling faces. But as I turn, a streak of shiny chocolate brown locks gives me tunnel vision. As I follow the wavy treads and with need that had come out of no where, I look over the woman that they belong to.

She is slight and curvy, she wares a long flowing sage-green dress, and her shoulders are covered with a short-sleeved sweater and on her small feet a pair of brown sandals.

My eyes follow her down the street where she enters a small dress-shop.

So what to do you think?