“Don’t you see it yet?”, she screamed, “all this time, she’s been playing both of us in whatever game she has because it benefits her, and you’ve been too swept up in this little romance of yours to see what it’s doing to everyone! Please, I beg of you, don’t be foolhardy about this and get us both killed before we have a chance to act!”
Samuel stood visibly shaken by Miranda’s confession, ostensibly horrified by the things he was listening to at the time. His breath caught and choked his throat as he struggled to put the pieces together.
The wheels spun faster and faster down the hill as the bike sped onward. There was a curve that would shortly slope upward, yes, but the leviathan of a mountain that awaited afterwards was worth the uphill pedal. Knowing this, Blake moved upwards with one bicycle stroke at a time, forgetting about the physical exertion on his body as he made it to the top of the mound.
He looked down upon the descending path with a mixture of familiar wonder and apprehension before breathing in and riding down, all previous worries and concerns consumed by the literal thrill ride.
“She broke up with the perfect image of a human being that she, for so long, had relied upon as a form of safety and comfort for her well being, and whom would be formed of the greatest aspects of all that she met. She broke up with the mental figment that had barricaded her from ever reaching out to someone of substance, as it had always seemed akin to the fairy tale image so ingrained in her perception of reality. She let go of her fear, and set herself and those who loved her free at last.”
-Excerpt from a book I will never write