Day Dreams/Hope or Obsession

And I arise to smell the breeze. It tastes great. It doesn’t stay though. Its gone. I can’t taste it anymore. Somethings wrong.

I can hear that name again. It keeps coming, coming through the air.

Hanna... Please…

What was that? I stare at the sky, confused. Please?

A breeze rushes through. Mouth agape, I gulp down the air. It tastes great, but it doesn't seem to want to stay...

After days, the tears seemed to have grooved her face. “Dear lord, give me strength. That she might have the strength to rise again.” Her prayer seemed well rehearsed, and no longer did the words bring sobs. She must have been doing this for a while.

The door slid open, and the woman closed the window.

“You can't keep doing this. It will destroy you.”

“I'm not leaving my baby here unless I have to Absolutely have to. Be it the gates of hell appearing before me, I shall not leave. If you so choose not to stand by your daughter and wait, then that will be fine. But I know she knows we're here for her. At least I am.”


...I can't taste it anymore. Somethings wrong.

The End

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