Before Awakened Senses the Shiloh Vendetta Series

Breathless

Flashes of blood clotted my memory. His curdling cries. Silver moon light on their skins. The way his lips felt on hers. It was too vivid. Like everything was now. Everything was too clear, it was too perfect or imperfected, it was all so fair and fine. Reminding me of the sharp end of a piece of shattered glass. None of it was hidden behind a veil anymore, it was there. Shining in my eyes.
He had been there in the silver moon light, in my eyes. Dying. Because of her. She had killed him. And where was I? I was just sitting there. Witnessing it all happening. Letting it all happen.

In a pound that came life a fist, a swarm of pain stung the back of my eyes. A heaviness sat on my chest, as I choked on the sobs that wanted to bubble from my throat. I couldn't cry here. Not on this bus. I couldn't be noticed. I had to be nothing but a shadow in this seat.
An oversized hoodie hung on my body, its large hood eclipsing my face from all the other strangers. My fingers were wrapped in gloves that only let the tips of my fingers peek out, as a worn out back pack accompanied me in the dull grey coloured seat.

Rich pines and evergreen passed through my sights. Running along my lowered eyes like a strip of scenery from an old movie set. The deep greens, greys, and browns were heavily populated in the forest that the old bus passed. It was well known forest to me. Bridge Woods, was what people knew them by. What most people didn't know about them was if you walked east for three miles the view of the ocean would come into view. And that view would be from standing on a sharp group of rocks that I had learned to love. People didn't know that my hand would grab a small but strong aspen and lean into the ocean breeze. Then a pair of strong arms would ring my waist pulling me back out of danger, as a pair of warm lips would greet mine swiftly after. People didn't know that about those woods.

A single tear glided down my pink cheeks, knowing I would never be able to see these woods again. Never be able to lean into the wind of the ocean. Never be able to kiss those warm lips anymore. My hand pressed to the window that was outlined in a white frost. Nothing had changed. The frost hadn't disappeared, it hadn't melted from my finger tips. It lingered there, almost as if more ice had cloaked it. I blew onto the thin layer of ice, trying to make the frozen water vanish. But it all remained the same. Almost like I was breathless. That there was no breath left inside of me. That I was lifeless.
The bus hit a pothole, causing everything inside the greyhound bus. Grunts and moans of discomfort was scattered in the bus for a moment, waking those who were almost asleep in the early morning. But my body was stone.
A pair of eyes glanced at me every now and then, but I did my best to avoid them. Flickering again and again, a voice finally asked, "what's a young beauty like you doing on greyhound bus?"
My eyes snapped to the ones looking at me through the review mirror. His eyes were warm, like milk chocolate. The glimpse of his face I recieved was from his eyebrows down to the bridge of his nose. The brim of his dark grey hat hid his forehead, as his curly brunette locks were poking out.
"Just needed to..." I felt my voice drift off in thought, "needed to get away."
"Oh, sweetie. Whatever it is it can't be that bad," his friendly voice tried to comfort me.
"It was bad," I whispered, resting my head on the window.
"I'm sure it was nothing," he nodded his head, his gaze now focusing on the road, "I bet you'll forget it about it no time."
"Maybe,"  I cracked unnoticalby to his ears, "hopefully."

A peek of the dawns sun broke above the horizon. Its beams of firey light being striped thought the tall tree's. My eyes squinted at the light, and the solitude struck me. I was alone. I would be alone on this bus ride, with only memories and regrets to comfort me.
My first regret: letting him get me.