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A safe place to landIt doesn't matter anymore. He is dead. My baby inside is dead. Both are dead. The love of my life, my dear dear loving husband. And the soul I didn't even get to know. Both gone. Why didn't I die? Why do I have to stay here? Now disowned. No home. No family. No one to love me and keep me safe. Sitting here on the bridge watching these cars pass by. All with their own lives. Something to call their own. People my age are used to the rumor of pregnancy, but I was. And now he's gone, along with the love of my life. The headlights fly by so quick, it seems so real. The cold air blowing by me, my pants are ripped from thigh to my knee; it's getting colder. I should probably find somewhere warm to stay. Looking down at the hard concrete I think the almost unthinkable to most sane people. I begin to walk the other way and look for refuge. Thoughts racing about the drop, and that I have nothing to loose. I stop in my tracks, turn and run.A safe place to land by HelloHailey
Run until I'm soaring. Flying.
And it's done.