Running

Etaine wakes suddely, her scream of pain echoing through the swamp.
The dream was so dark and alluring, the whispers of her love, of power to get him back... And all she needs to do is let go and give in... Open her mind to the darkness and all will be better.
The pain runs deep through her soul it is already so familiar to her but this is stronger. Then she realises that not all is her own. Her hand runs to the necklace she can not get herself to take off, his gift to her the one most precious.
Etaine looks around nervously, was Jas alright, the pain so strong... Did he need help, should she try to reach for him? He obviously still had his ring on. She whimpers in frustration her red rimmed eyes dark from exchaustion. Her torn clothes, the blisters on her feet and the cuts on her hands and arms from the running. The wound at her thigh from the crock, the fight had been a relive to her, the rage a welcome ally. She did not know she held such firocity neither did the crock before it layed dead at her feet. Good thing Jas had trained her, the knife he had given her was bloodied in her hand.

No she will not reach for him, he made the decission, besides Reike and the rest of starlight would come to his aid in a heartbeat.

She packs her few belongings before she moves on...
The blisters pop as she begins to run, but this is a good pain, something ti focus on...

All her cries and prayers to get him back will get her no where... He was never ment for her.
If she had stayed she would have fought for him... But she would in the end have lost and the outcome would have been the same.

All the broken promises, all the fake words...
No she needed this. To see them become a couple or just to know them seeking solice was more than she could bare to think about...

How long would she have to run?
She knows that he will soon move on... She never will...
You only have one love to give and she regrets nothing. He will forever be that person...
Death would so be a welcomed relif but that will pass...
The empty wound in her chest will heal but the scar will always remind her...
She will always be his but he was never hers.

"Please come back... Forgive my foolishness..." She falls to the ground, her low cries of agony runs through the swamp sounds like a wounded animal... "Come back I need you... I love you" The last is barely a whisper.

This will be a long run...