Her tears are dried now, her breathing has calmed. She feels that pang in her chest still though, and her eyes sting with pain, with acknowledgment. She knows, but refuses to believe it. She knows that she is standing about a thousand paces ahead of where she should have known to turn around. To let go, again. She wonders if maybe she wasn't built for a life with another. And the tears they fall anew. Recognizing that she's sure. Sure that she's too broken to make it, but too wounded to make the journey back. And she's caught in the same battle she loses every time. She feels the overwhelming urge to run. Run away from him and back to...back to what she's unsure. Back to the boys that are as incapable of love, but also of hurting her? Back to the life that was okay for today and tomorrow and that's all that mattered? She knows that is not enough, but is also quite aware that she is unhappy with the place she has ended up again. She's lost, and again she's alone. He's all she has, but what if he's not enough? What if no one ever will be?
She fears that she will always end up here, sad, alone, tired, and running before she has even gotten herself up off the ground. Her lungs burn and her heart is being out of her chest. She is unsure if she can quell the urge to flee. The water it calls to her, as if all will be well if she returns to the shore. To the only place that will ever be home to her. This time he will not find her, he will not even know to look. This girl grew up and moved on, but ten years later she reacts to sadness the same. But no one that knew her then knows her now. If she could drown this feeling she would. But the only way she knows how could ruin everything.
and she so desperately wants to care, but she fears it will not matter until it is much too late and she has gone much too far.
If only he knew it was time to save her, maybe she'd survive, maybe she'd want to. Maybe she wouldn't still want to run...