“Sometimes, surviving is the hardest
part of living. Because I felt
my heart die with you.”
In the middle of all that chaos, my eyes locked with yours and I could see it in your eyes. That final acceptance that it was the last time we’d ever see each other again. And as I heard my name booming toward me from the distance, I knew there was no time to try to save you. Or to stay with you and say goodbye to our lives at the same time. Together. As we were always meant to be. But the choice was made for me when you turned your back and ran back into the fray, giving me those few precious seconds to get away. As much as it broke me in that moment, knowing it was your final wish for me to survive, I still hesitated. But the damage was already done. I watched as your lifeless body hit the ground for the last time. And I felt my heart die with you.
© Sarah Doughty
2019
Sometimes, surviving is the hardest
part of living.
Inspired by the hero
of my next novel of the
Earthen Witch Universe series.
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