For the first time in months, she feels alive.
Balancing on her tip toes, she reaches high up towards the darkness.
She can feel the night in her veins. She can feel the stars pulsing through her.

For the first time in months, she laughs.
Holding her arms out like a tightrope walker, she places one foot in front of the other, balancing on the dashed white lines.
She tells herself, that if she can make it to the end of the road tonight, then everything will be okay.

For the first time in months, she feels invincible.
Cars drive on either side of her, some even going as far as honking their horns.
She doesn't care. Life is too short to not take risks. She should know.

For the first time in months, she feels enlightened.
Breathing in the midnight breeze, she raises her hand, and places it over her heart.
She remembers the way he did exactly the same thing, every night they were together.

For the first time in months, she cries.
Her tears fall slowly and silently, creating an ocean of pain at her feet.
She's no longer afraid of vulnerability, or death, or life. She allows herself to feel again.

For the first time in months, she screams.
As much as she'd like to believe that he's here, here, at the end of this road, he isn't. He isn't waiting. Again.
She curls herself up into a foetal position and lies on the cool concrete.
Her head digs into her knees and she screams.
She screams.
Don't Let Me Go.
Don't Let Me Go.
Don't Let Me Go.