“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold.”
You had just said goodbye to your friends and started your journey home. The four of you went clubbing and since it wasn’t a good idea for you to drive you came with the
idea of walking.
You were walking home
when you saw a bright light come towards you, seeing you were drunk you thought
it was just your imagination. A man stepped out if the light and walked over
By the time he was in
front of you you realized this was real and you stopped moving, not knowing
what to do. Scared you looked up at the man, he was at least two heads taller
then you. You swallowed the big lump in your throat as you tried to speak up,
but no words came out only a small whimper.