With thanks to Owlish Thoughts for the idea of the five sentence fiction form 🙂
The burden of love freely given but which I cannot return weighs so heavy on me, dragging me down further into my silence. I want to scream at him, to tell the truth, that I cannot love him, and break down the earnest loyalty he daily proves. I want to say ‘the day that changed everything I was not coming to you, but leaving you’. It would take away his guilt which he wears now like a beloved hair shirt and replace it with knowledge of betrayal. But I cannot do this because I ran too fast and between us, instead of my choice, came the accident, and I cannot now speak truth from my coma.
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