Pontiac
She had to see him, she had given him no reason for her up and leave, she hadn’t even told him, of her feelings. He welcomed her into his home, told her the rules and she returned showed him how to cook a stew and then left, just as her coat started to shift into the sable hues. She needed to know if there was still that bond that clicking that happened with him. She needed to somehow close that gap that she had left open. She had wronged him and she knew it, it wasn’t something that she wanted to do.
She knew the path to this house ever so well; her heart and mind took her there many of time over the long three months that she had been gone. If someone was to blind fold her and tell her to travel to the cabin that he had made a home for the both of them, she could without even a stumble or second guess in her step. She would make it there, no matter how much the muddy lands wanted to pull her back and make her work to even make this trip, she felt more of a need to see him then a want.
The D'angelo girl found her way to his door; she pushed back her hat, as she knocked upon the door. She found her-self shaking, not from rage, but fear. She rubbed her hands together as she could hear her breath stuttering as her heart rapidly raced with in her chest.
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