Escape

A couple escapes into a dark, stormy night.

With lightening crashing all around us we thought we would not make it. The flashes of light seemed so close to our feet even though they were miles away from us. Dark, light, dark, light—our silhouettes sped through the night dodging trees, and underbrush. Our breath came heavy, and in the cold you could see it come out in silvery puffs of what looked like miniature clouds. Our faces numbed from the cold, every step we took was exhausting, but we did not dare stop running. Escape—that is all we could think of as we ran hand in hand with our dark cloak covering our faces from the cold. With the hope of escaping what was behind us, it was enough to give us the kind of hope to keep going. We would keep running until we died, no doubt, but we would do it for the reason we ran in the first place--for the sake of love. Love…in this day and age love is a scarce word, one that no one dares speak of. It is the one thing I thought would never happen to someone like me, especially to the one person I always thought was my enemy all along.

 

How can someone you grew to learn to despise show you everything you wished to see? In a few weeks time I found myself in the strangest of places learning things I thought I would never know. I grew up so differently than he had, and yet he chose to love me. Love me…how can he possibly love me? I was merely a young servant born only to look upon royalty as someone to be feared, and respected. Then things happened, things I had not expected would happen to me of all people. Suddenly my world was completely turned around, and everyone knew my name. I was shunned by the world by something I didn’t even do, and while my innocence was not proven he still believed in me. He gave up his whole world just for me, and now here we were running for our lives. We weren’t afraid of death; we knew death was just another part of growing old, and we knew our time would come, but even so…we ran for the sake of spending those last few days, hours, seconds together. Always together, and never apart—that is what he used to say to me.

 

No one wished for this to happen, but it did. We didn’t plan to fall in love, but sometimes you just cannot fool fate. While I can not go back in time, even if I could I would still do everything the same all over again if it meant the matter of life or death, love or loneliness. I love him—my prince, my savior, my love…

Author's Note

Another old short (very short) story. For some reason I love this piece.