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The sticky humidity clings close to me as I walk down the road, tripping on broken asphalt and clutching my chest. I glare down at the short length of chain links-the thing I once wore with love, compassion...and hope. Now I hate it, can't bear to look at it without seeing images of him. I keep telling myself that this is all stupid, that it's positively ridiculous that after each and every day, mercifully short or intense and long, I still end up thinking about him, about being with him. Especially since I know that it won't ever happen.
I sigh. The clouds above me are growing thicker and thicker, and with each new layer their color grows darker. I can only hope that I reach my destination before they split wide open and release a torent of cold steel upon my head. But of course, no sooner do I think this than the clouds do exactly that. A thousand little bullets of water come crashing down around me, fierce and heavy as lead.
Normally i would dance, delight in the rain; stick my tongue out and catch a smany drops as I can. But some how I know that these drops are different. This storm is nothing like the normal summer storms that I've grown accustomed to. No. It's something...bigger. Something worse.
As I continue walking a strange sight comes closer: a curious little shack up on a hillside that only just touches the angry purple sky. The distant rumbles of thunder seem to come from within the shack. Every single streak of lightning that blurs my vision and claws at the earth seems to originate from some odd-looking figure upon a pole that juts awkwardly up toward the sky, balanced on top of the little wooden fixture.
The very sight of it makes me shudder. I can't seem to shake the feeling that this little shack is where I am headed...and that whatever is hanging on the awkward pole is exactly what I do not wish to see. I dread every little step that i make, knowing that in the end, each one leads me closer to my fears, to my wit's end. Perhaps I'll get lucky and something will distract me; perhaps some defenseless creature sprawled out on the road or a tiny silver lily. Or maybe even-
No. I cannot attempt to trick myself. If i just be honest with myself, I know that facing whatever waits for me in and on top fo that shack is the only way to obliterate its ghastly image from my mind.
I have to keep going.


<Hey guys! I know I haven't been on for a looooooong time. Sorry! *HUGS to everyone!* I was reading some of my things and suddenly had the urge to write again so....yeah..this is what's been weighing on my mind a lot lately.>