Storm rode through the night as if the fires of hell were chasing her. It seemed easier to run away, then to face life alone. She knew no one would understand why she was leaving. That they’d try to comprehend the pain and torment she was going through, but she knew they could never really understand. Some may think she was weak for going. But they would be the ones that didn’t know her that well. The ones that really knew her would know she left, because she didn’t want to see the pity on their faces and listen to their sympathetic words.
After a couple of miles, Storm slowed her horse to a walk. She looked back toward the village she left. Her thoughts screamed at her to not leave. That she should face this new challenge in her life like she faced all her past challenges. Yes the pain was still fresh and her heart felt broken. Storm felt she would never allow herself to fall in love again, that a life alone would be far better than to experience this type of pain again.
After a couple of miles, Storm slowed her horse to a walk. She looked back toward the village she left. Her thoughts screamed at her to not leave. That she should face this new challenge in her life like she faced all her past challenges. Yes the pain was still fresh and her heart felt broken. Storm felt she would never allow herself to fall in love again, that a life alone would be far better than to experience this type of pain again.