“Too wild,” they said as she ran by. “Too rash.”
But they would never understand.
“Be gone!” the old man shouted from his porch, fist raised in anger, condemning her existence.
But he would never understand.
“This world is not meant for me,” the girl whispered, as she stepped into the woods, searching.
The darkness closed in around her and she risked a glance behind, the sun trying in vain to lure her back to the living.
“It is done,” the voice said and in her heart, she knew.
She turned her gaze to the darkness and smiled. “I understand.”