“Go home. He’ll show up for a chat. He’s not even blocking me on his moves right now. Teasing me of what he’s capable of.” Phillip gripped his hair tightly. The visions were haunting him. I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, then left for my truck without another word. He knew all I could say, but the touch said enough. Everyone was hurting, him included. They all needed their time, and then they would come back around.
The drive back to my demolished cabin was quiet, and the sun had finally gone down.
For a brief moment once I got out of my truck, I looked out at the city scape through the trees then back at my old home.
I did miss my quiet life.
I missed my chickens and my cows. I missed not having any responsibility but taking care of them and being in the darkroom. It was the easier choice, but not the right one.
The forest around me lit up, and I knew he was here.
There would be no fight. This was the calm before the storm, and my only hope at trying to fix this before war came.
