(Prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. If you’re interested go check out her story (which happens to amazing, inspirational, and less than one-hundred words!) and then read the comments to find more stories from this particular prompt.)
I couldn’t see his chest rise and fall but I imagined my breaths matching his. I had waited for our reunion, dreamt of it, and prayed for it. Anticipating his surprise, I quickly made my way to where he slept.
But I was the one surprised. And I had been wrong. My breath hadn’t matched his, nor would it. I was alone as ever. With him gone I didn’t even have the dream of somebody. And with him gone all eyes would be on me. I wouldn’t be able to outrun them for long. Even though I knew it was hopeless, I wouldn’t live, I would fight to survive.
I gave myself a moment and a final kiss. Then I fled the forest.