Lost Journals

A fear beyond vioence, beyond her twisted step-father, beyond the family friend and virginity thief, beyond any husband stealing disease.

Hunter embodied love, being loved, recieving love. Hunter meant letting go of the exquiste pain of the past. Hunter was the salve that healed. The reverie of past loves lost, thoughts of a dead husband washed into shadow smiles of yesterday.

Hunter cupped her face with bothe hands farcing her eyes to his. "Where did you go?"