Falls

The falls had always been so beautiful. As water flew from the rocks and mist curled up to moisten the greenery around the formations, Zimri seemed to materialize through the haze, drawn to the old familiar landmark that had always been her heart’s home. Dark eyes danced as she drew closer, her sides visibly expanding with her deep breaths.

Memories flooded her with every step. Memories and guilt. She had vanished. Run away again after a time she had thought she had been done running. Her fear of comfort, of finally finding a place to live and to thrive had overwhelmed her and she vanished without a word. Fear of the pain she would return to had kept her away. But her heart had led her back. The soft whisper in the back of her mind was a command she could not ignore.

Now she poked through the lush grasses and reeds that often grew by such magical places. Her exhale sent out her hopes and dreams. For a second she thought maybe he would have been here, waiting for her. It had been years and she had been foolish to hold onto such hope. Ruger was most likely long gone and had long forgotten about her, only with their children to shake his memories. Did they fill him with hate? Was there anything left of them? Zimri shivered at the thought. This had been a foolish endeavor.

She moved away from the music of the falls, letting distance muffle the roar. Instead she picked up her old habit of singing to herself. The song was sad, though is soothed her soul, letting her know that even alone she was there and could find her way from here. So long as she did not run.