It was her first walk alone after the accident. Almost guilty to leave the others behind with their undeniable but sometimes suffocating love, she made her way down the path slowly, painfully so. The calm and solitary landscape greeted her with a cold breeze and a layer of mist playing over its earth tones. She kept near the fence, just to have something to hold on to, every step firmer than the previous one, her breath deeper and slower, easier. The fear receded. She could enjoy being back there… at her own pace.
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