Trip'n

WATCHER "Brother." The man's heart gave a great throb of pain as the voice caress his ears. He swallowed as a lump formed in his throat, threatening to suffocate him. He wanted to turn to see her. He could feel here there. Watching him. Waiting for him to acknowledge her. To rush to her side an embrace her. No! She was not here! He blinked away the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes. He shook his head, trying to rid it off the illusion that stood just behind him. But he could not. She was still there, waiting. His heart slammed against his ribs as he battled within himself. He wanted to turn around, to let the hallucination envelope him. But he knew that if he did he would end up far more broken than before. He would lose her all over again. He couldn't live through that, again. So he stubbornly remained. Every muscles taught as he locked himself into place, head down, eyes closed. He refused to acknowledge her. He would not give into his heart and let the illusion take hold. No matter how much he wanted to see her again. To beg her for forgiveness. He knew that none of this was real. It would fade. But no matter how tight he squeezed his eyes shut, he could not stop the tears that streamed down his face. They dripped into the sand as he struggled to keep his breath from being reduced to heavy sobs. He felt as if what was left of his heart were about to shred itself. Every fiber of his being shook as he battled to longing within him. Alone, within the secluded oasis, the wanderer cried with a longing for that which he could not have. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got!

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