Trails

… Puting out my cigarette, I was tinking about my next step. I could try to frorget about her, but then really, could I actually do it? I didn’t want to. Since meeting her, there was this eerie aura around her, something dark and dangerous, telling me I should find out. I wanted to, meant to, but never really did it, not wanting to break the feel the ease of our connection. I felt like she would shut down completely.

I approached my computer full of reslove to find the much-needed answers. Firstly, I needed to find the guy who sent me the letter. I reached into my pocket, whipping out the already worn out note saying ‘Come meet me at the train station if you want to know more about Melissa. Wednesday at 8am sharp. I’ ll approach you. ‘ It was Friday now and the guy stood me up. I needed answers and I needed them like yesterday. I wrote Melissa Harley into search and did some digging. What I found will haunt me for the rest of my life…

Distance

… As I overlooked the merciless city, that was constantly wide awake, my thoughts wandered… Where was she? What happened to guy who reached out but never came through with the much-needed information? Was it all worth it? Were these smooching young adults so oblivious to all the wrongs these days held? How the hell was I going to find out the truth?… Barely, yet greedily gripping my sanity, I was suddenly filled with newly found reslove…