Her hearts desire.

She pictures the floor beneath her melt away with

Every step she takes, she knows where she is headed.

However, who she is running for is far in the distance. If running

Is what you can even call it. But, she’s trying nonetheless.

The bottom of her feet, torn and bleeding. To freedom. But where

Is freedom? What is freedom? How does she know? How

Is she so certain? For her sorrows to wither away the further she

Gets. A name. A name she says. As her hand reaches out to call

For somebody. Freedom. Her hair bounces in the wind as she

Leaps and jumps and runs towards…freedom. She falls. But

Her heart beats hard and yells at her to lift her head and pick

Her self up. Go. Freedom. A shadow is visible. Where is she

Headed? She looks behind for a split second to see her trail of

Blood from her feet that she is leaving behind. Each footprint

Leaving parts of her pain in the pool of crimson red. Onwards

She pushes. Oh but her body aches. Her mind is aflame. Yet, her

Heart is pounding. Forcing her to keep pushing on. Closer. Closer.

Almost. She screams at the top of her lungs when she realises

Darkness is behind her. The trail of footsteps gone. The grass,

The trees the thorns she’s been running through, all gone.

Enveloped In the veil of nothingness. She does not want to get

Swallowed back into the pit of blackness when she’s only just

Made it out. Go. She screams. Go. Her tears falling but barely

Making it to her chin as the wind blows them away. Finally

She can see her abode. She can see her safety. But the darkness,

It’s catching up. No. She refuses to let it grab her by her conscious

And fights against the compelling force trying to drag her back down

To her misery. There, at the top of the hill she is fighting for her life to

Climb, her freedom. Lightning fills the vessel of who she is so desperately

Trying to reach. Bright. Blinding. A pair of cold, steely blue eyes meet hers.

He sees her aching body. Her bruises. Her tears. She barely makes it to the top.

She falls at his feet. His lightning getting stronger by the second.

She has no energy to even look up but she manages to crawl.

He bends down. Lifts her face up by the chin and kisses her wet eyes.

His lightning now exploding. It’s so powerful it causes the heavens to split.

His anger unleashes and tears right through the darkness haunting the girl.

He saves her. The grass is visible again. The sun is warm again.

This is what she fought her. This is her freedom. Him.