All alone. That’s what she was. Empty and cold. Her heart withdrew within the deep shallows of her dark places that she had created to save herself from so much pain. She never wanted to let go of him. She wanted to hold him close because he was the light that shown in her darkened world.
After all, he had saved her from herself and she hated to admit the simple fact. Pathetic. She knew he would leave. She knew that he was wild and free, untamed, and held so many haunting memories that he could never let go of. He was a mess, a chaotic, black whole of a mess. She had loved him either way.
But she always knew you could never hold on to people who always let go. She couldn’t beg him to stay, to realize the errors in his ways, to see how much she had given of herself to him and he just wanted to dream of different worlds and be let lose to harm himself and wait for her to pick up his pieces. He wasn’t fair. She never could let go.
A Dash of Chance, with a Pinch of Hope 