His runaway mate
We are running, always running. We have been on the run for years now. For years I have been looking over my shoulder, with every turn I make and with every breath I take, I fear that he will find us. We never stay at one place long, always on the move, always ready to pack up and move at a moment’s notice. We haven’t found a place we felt safe enough to call home in five years. He would always find us, but not this time. This time I made sure we got away, far out of his reach.
I use to find peace in my dreams. Living every waking moment in fear, my dreams have been my only escape. Ironic how, when we finally find a place to call home, my dreams are what I am running away from. The moment I close my eyes, it is there to chase me. I use to avoid my reality, now I avoid going to sleep.