Obadiah

I have lived in denial for years... the greatest betrayal of all time. A love beyond the universe - outside understanding - and one small choice.

She stood by the window waiting. Looking, in hope, for the one who would come to refuge her from darkness. Her enslavement partially her own doing. It was the courage (or lack thereof) in her that had led to this place. Choose, they said.

She could have opted for simplicity. She could have walked away from her soul and gained access to the "normalcy" of life and living. There were others who claimed she did not have it in her. Dependency.

Years of stories and people linked to her by blood. History. It was not an unhappy bondage - no light thing to throw as a penny in a well. They overlook this aspect. Still, she pondered all these things in her heart: agonized for weeks as the sleeplessness brought age; battled the voices drowning her thoughts; paced back and forth in the weight of the choice; ignored the case of naivety; and finally, chose her soul.

Well, obviously, some said. They had no idea. She brought this on herself, they added. Blind, proud, heartless, ignorant.
Love or life? This is no Romeo and Juliet.

And in the midst of the agony, there was hope... that all would come together in the end. When all had settled. So she packed. Just the intangibles. A few clothes... pictures... memories....

And walked to the glass. Through the rain, hoping for the distant headlights. Days. She never looked away - resolved in her decision to leave it all behind for the promise of something more. I don't know that she left that viewpoint. No anger. No blame. Just a dead stop. Life went on around her. She went through the motions. Other relationships. Phone calls. School. Marriage. Life. Families. She never left the window.

And he never came.