Morgan's Anguish

“Ash? Ash! ASH!” My heart cries, my eyes cry, every fiber of my being cries. I slowly sink to my knees. “Ash,” his name is a whisper and a sob. Did I not love him enough? Did I love him too much? I remember our kiss, the intensity of the feeling that flowed from him to me. Then he’d broken it. That link I’d forged between us to save his life!

Slowly I stood up. I began to run. I crash through the trees like a deer trying to escape a fire. I can not see. My eyes are blind with tears. A maelstrom gathers around me. Rain and wind whip about me.

Breaking the link hurt him as much as it did me. I felt that much before it went dead. But, how dare he? How dare he say there might not be a next time? How dare he take away my hope?

I stop at the edge of the ocean. The waves crash over me adding their salty kisses to the rain. I scream.

“ASH VAN HELSING THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME! DO YOU HEAR ME? THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME!”

A sob escapes my throat and I slowly sink to my knees yet again. “There had better be a next time.” With out hope, the waves might as well envelope me now and take me to a watery grave. I collapse on the wet sand, exhausted, yet again.

The End

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