Over the sounds of the river, she couldn't hear it anymore.
She couldn't hear the fighting. The killing. The dying.
She couldn't hear anything, but the river, the sound of horses galloping, and carriage wheels rattling against uneven ground.
Her big round eyes lingered on the window, watching the woods for any movement.
He had promised her. He had never broken his promises with her.
He had promised to be close behind.
He had promised.
He had to be there.
She had to not be seeing him.
She had to have just missed him.
He had to be there somewhere.
He hadn't been taken.
No one could take him.
She hadn't lost him.
The monsters hadn't stolen him.
There were many, but he was honest.
He'd never broken his word with her.
He wouldn't lie to her… would he?
Would he lie?
Was he like the others? …Was he a liar too?
Was it all a dream? Was he her new nightmare? Had he been using her?
No. He didn't need her.
He… didn't need her. He didn't need her.
