Rusted fenceposts swaggered under wild gusts of wind. Our breath was stronger then. Those first few barefooted steps on loose earth were enough to make our hearts pound. Weak strands of green danced around our feet as we ran. Our eyes were wild with love and fear. The fear of love? No, but the fear of being found in love and kept from it was more than we could bear. Together, we tore through the open fields as quickly as our legs would allow, but it was never quick enough… never hard enough or strong enough… But then again, it never could be… The sounds of two fathers yelling and two mothers crying slowed our pace, but it was only temporary. Yet remorce lasted two long for him. I could see the guilt in his eyes, the one emotion I did not feel. I prayed to God that I would be enough to keep him there beside me, for I had only myself and the burdened heart beating in my chest to offer. We turned to look once more at the grieving world we were leaving behind and I saw a tear fall from his cheek.

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