shadows threatening to take my life, entirely too parched to think of anything but what I so desperately need, and caring for nothing but what was in the distance.

They say that the troubles of your past and the pain of your present may threaten to drag you under in your future, but all you need to remember is that the sun will always rise the next evening, casting out the darkness once more. Even if the darkness is all you are able to see at the moment.

The doe gazes North with such intent as if waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for it to prove that there's nothing to be afraid of when the first rays warm your skin. The sun will rise, marking the beginning of another day, another journey closer to me giving in, and like the doe, I wait for it to come. I wait for its light to redden my eyelids and wake me, telling me to keep going. To keep searching because if I don't, I'll lose more than just a part of my soul. What lies north are memories that both hurt and feel like a million sunrays warming my skin.

I went back and I don't want to return again until I find her.