Long Walk Home

Everything was just too much that day. The hollow slam of her footsteps against the pavement floor caused all the creatures beneath her feet to scatter. The echo danced around her ears, jumping further away each time until it hit the empty horizon, where it faded into the dim nothingness of night. The moon's gentle glow was beautiful, yet it wasn't helpful to her. The seizing light was much better at revealing the sharpened grit of the road before her. A strange calm was present, that of death itself disguised as an angel. Like an angel, death offered to release the lone woman from all the corruptions and horrors of her miserable life. Unfortunately that would also remove her from her wife, whose loss would be more painful than that of life's constant pressure. Even now, her temporary absence turned her walk from graceful to paranoid. She wouldn't be gone from  her for much longer, she couldn't. She sprinted into the emptiness of her street. She slowed upon getting closer to her house. Anxiety turned to anticipation as she reminisced upon the loving affirmation of just a few hours ago. Kisses and love and flowers and everything she would ever want. She slipped into a daze over fantasizing about love again and again and again. Tears of joy crept down her face imagining the soft embrace of her lover's palms combing through her hair. Lifelong partners in the making with love to fuel them. The happiness was tight in her chest, setting her heart and soul alight. Whatever was behind that door was bound to be amazing. Only disappointment could arise when she opened the door to the painful embrace of an empty house.