Nature’s Breath

Cicily sat at the top of the mountain, writing in the journal that Brian had given her.

Brian.

Why had things gone so wrong?

Well, nothing had gone wrong really, it just didn’t go right.

How was she ever supposed to give her heart to someone and stay her own person?

Maybe she just wasn’t meant to fall in love.

Looking out at the trees below, Cicily felt a bit of peace. This was the real world. Not that city mess that she needed to escape from every weekend. This. 

But the peace was accompanied by a sense of regret. She had to leave. To return to that bustling craziness for another week filled with rude people and stifling air.

Cicily lay back on the dirt and took a deep breath. For now she was just going to pretend she could stay here forever.

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Posted on July 5, 2013, in short story and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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