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Dogs and Drugs
Everything ached. Her arm stung, her head throbbed, her legs trembled, her eyes burned, and her hands shook.
Someone said the eyes are the windows of the soul. She never fully understood that quote until she met him.
She said – I'm sorry and he accepted her apology.
Why?
Their embrace in the middle of nowhere cemetery in the woods summed up everything about their relationship. She thought as she watched them load him into the back of the ambulance.
Cold, dead leaves crackled underfoot like the ice that had never fully broken between them until that night.
Dead eyes!
What did it mean for them if the eyes were dark instead of lit from within?
Why do you care? You told him – we'll be friends, Spence.
No.
Love meant she had to be vulnerable, had to except the compassion shining in a pair of brown eyes with golden rings.
Now they were shadowed and anguished and dead at the same time.
Dead on the floor of an old shack in the middle of a cemetery. What does it mean for the soul if you die in a cemetery and someone brings you back?
The ambulance doors close. The lights flash, but no siren. He isn't critical, only injured, they say.
She wanted to scream. Do you know him? What do you see when you look into his eyes?
Tears slid down her cheeks, and she watched the ambulance trundle away to the road. Stop! Please don't take him away.
I love you, she thought, and if wishes were horses – stop!
The others call to her, but – this place is sacred. Leaving it feels like sacrilege. If she deserts this cathedral where she apologized and he forgave her – something terrible will happen.
"JJ," Morgan said.
"Yeah," she said in a voice that shook worse than the leafless trees in the cold winter wind. "Coming."