He was moving towards his freedom.
It had been some time since he had last met her. But, he took those steps, as if, he was being driven towards something else.
There, where his steps inevitably would have led him, love was waiting for him.
There, where his steps led him on their own, the unknown.
He wasn’t to know what life was about to offer.
He followed his steps, for a change; not his heart, like he always did.
He kept matching pace with his swiftly moving strides, in order to avoid any confrontation with his loudly pounding heart trying to convince him otherwise.
It reminded him of those times, with her, which was the most beautiful part of his life.
She would be waiting for him. His feet froze, he turned, even hesitatingly took a few steps towards those beautiful eyes. His heart almost won, but … only momentarily.
For once, he wanted anything, but love.
*Do catch up, next Wednesday, with your late afternoon cup of tea or maybe coffee, the story of He continues.
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