Worth the Risk

As she looked at him, she knew it wasn't worth it. She laughed inside. She knew she was going to walk away. Not yet. In a moment. He thought he was worth it. For that moment at least. For her the risk was too great now, which added to the intensity inside of her. She wondered if he could see her heart beating in her throat. The thought of it was intoxicating. But she was also all sorts of intoxicated and that made her ready to leave. 

She knew he could see her heart racing now. She could hear it pounding over the loud music. "Run!" She could hear herself yelling inside. "Run!" But her feet didn't move. 

Once their lips touched she knew she would lose. She would fall. Not in love, but into something far more debilitating. She didn't fall in love. Not anymore at least. Because she fell so easily out of it. She breathed deep, hoping to inflate her chest so much that she would just float away. This wasn't a new feeling. She knew she would fall too deep to dig herself back out. The rush of it all didn't out weigh the risk. Yet still she couldn't move. 

She waited for her phone to ring or buzz or do anything. No one would call or text her though. No one knew where she was or what she was doing. This was her plan all along. If she couldn't be found than she would remain lost. Lost and alone. Something about this felt so liberating. So she just stood there smiling. Knowing.

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