Title: Like a Moth to a Flame
Summary: There's more than enough being conveyed without actually saying the words. I turn to go and, immediately, her hand shoots out and grips my wrist with a strength that I'm not sure either of us expected.
I watch as she stands against the guardrail. I know she can't give up hope that her daughter is alive out there... somewhere. That she's wandering and stumbling around blindly looking for her way back. I can see how much it kills her inside knowing that she can do nothing to protect her. That once again, she's let her down.
My eyes never waver from her as I slowly make my way from the RV to the side of the road where she stands. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. "I'm sorry this happened to your little girl..." My voice is but a whisper, and I know there's nothing comforting in the words, but I felt compelled to speak them out loud where she could hear them.
I'm met with silence. Just like I thought I would be. And that's okay. There's more than enough being conveyed without actually saying the words. I turn to go and, immediately, her hand shoots out and grips my wrist with a strength that I'm not sure either of us expected.
My eyes go from her hand up to her face. I barely hear the whispered word as she speaks, "Stay." So I give a small nod and stand there beside her, silence eating up the words that go unspoken.
In that moment, something rushes through me, and I know that I'll do anything and everything within my power to bring that little girl home to her mother. That I'll go to the ends of the earth to protect them both.