And each time he would question me as to what I was so worried about. I lied, trying hard to push myself and my body further with each run. I fell into an old habit, trying to out run the pain and finding as I already knew, there was no way to out it. The thought of someone hurting Cayden plagued me. The idea of leaving him haunted me as if our separation from each other was inevitable, but it was, it has always been inevitable. Forever does not exist. Wednesday evening had arrived, and I was standing on the balcony of my bedroom when it started to rain. I lifted my chin to the heavens, toward the dark night sky, and the cold drops hit my face, cheeks, lips, and hair. It didn’t take long before I was soaking wet. The ivory long sleeve shirt I wore was plastered to me, and my jeans were beginning to soak through, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Cayden. How could I ever live without him? “Winter!” In the distance of my mind, I heard Cayden’s voice calling out to me.
