'It was dark. Grey, but with the scent of new summer’s dawn. The rain poured like tears; tears I should be shedding given the circumstance. Content with the result, I felt like skipping. Like throwing down my briefcase, the last relic of the life I’d just walked from.
The thought of her taunted me, but it was the catalyst I needed to push me over the edge of reason. Do remind me, maybe then I’d…No. This was right. I had been driven to this and I have passed the point of no return.
I laughed.
I realised then I’d dropped the briefcase, but it didn’t matter to me anymore. All that mattered was that innocent cry as she lovingly and blindly obeyed her father. Me.
I thought back to her sweet innocence one last time…'
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