Time is slipping away.
A young girl crying with her head leaned against a tree is an image of desperation. She knows the time is coming. Soon it will be gone.
She has this dream of running, running with sweat dripping down her face, heart going a million miles an hour. She carries no bags, in fact, she carries nothing. She has no idea of what will happen, just a burning sensation of hope and a strict focus on making it on time.
Time seems to slow down as she notices a familiar car parked up ahead, just outside of the station. The seven seater causes her to slow, her heart thriving.
Wind and rain smash against her face, she picks up the pace again. Her legs feel on fire, her chest as if it was consumed with ice, but she doesn’t stop.
Her hand reaches out to grab the stone brick wall to the station platform and she whips herself around it, and she screams. Familiar faces everywhere, but not the one she’s looking for. “Don’t leave without me…!”, and everyone turns towards her.
A figure steps forward, with a face of confusion, and complete and utter beauty. She wants to say she’s sorry. She wants the figure to understand and reciprocate her loss and her longing and her pain. But she remains frozen, no matter how bad she tries to speak her lips remain shut.
They stare at each other with wide eyes. She reaches out, but suddenly she’s thrown back to the tree she remains crying at.
It’s a broken dream. She realises that she’ll never have the confidence to run. She’ll never have the self-confidence to speak.
With her head bowed down she mutters,
“Please take me with you”.