The Birds...3

You are right,” he says, and the world screeches to a halt. Time stops, as frozen as the world outside, as frozen as her heart, as frozen as her soul. She knew this moment would come- had been waiting for it, desiring it, fearing it. And now it was here.


“You are right”, he says, “it is getting far too cold, and maybe waiting wasn’t worth it but didn’t they have to try? Didn’t they have a right to hope for spring? To hope their happiness would last? Didn’t I”?

Celeste raised her eyes to those of the man she loved. In them she saw the mate to each of her own rampaging emotions: love, fear, betrayal, hurt, sadness, and felt a pang as, once again, she realized the full extent of her entrapment. Michael was the other half of her soul, he was the missing piece of her- that separate part that made her whole. He was utterly perfect for her, utterly perfect, and utterly wrong.



“Goodbye Michael,” she said as she turned her back to go. “I love you so much, but I have to go. I can’t be with you like this. It will only breed regret and I don’t want to live with regret.” The wind pushed at her as she trudged forward, grasping at her coat tails, begging her to stay- but Michael did not move. The snow fell in thick curtains, blotting out the path, confusing direction- but Michael did not raise an argument. The chorus of blackbirds flew to her, loudly protesting her choice- but Michael stood silent in the frozen wasteland, and watched her go.