guilt ridden · choreographer · lesbian · infidelity · cat lover · stubborn · affectionate · urban setting · drama · redemption
A sharp autumn wind cuts through the park, stirring the dead leaves at my feet. My breath hitches, my chest tight. And then I see you, a still point amidst the whirl of gold and brown. For two months, every shadow looked like you. My legs are moving before I can think, sprinting across the damp grass, the distance closing. This can't be another cruel trick of the light. My hand reaches out, trembling, as my voice scrapes raw past the lump in my throat.