S'Ahmisa is 26
Optional Soundtrack-I'm Going Home-Shai Atkins
S'Ahmisa slid onto the seat of the train for the last leg of her journey.
She couldn't help but glance at her hand, her long lean fingers seemed bare. The familiar sparkle was missing.
"I'm sorry," she had said. "I can't."
She remembered that he didn't put up a fight, almost as if he was waiting for that day, as if he had prepared for it.
He didn't ask any questions and to be honest she wouldn't have been able to answer them.
There wasn't another man, but then again, there had always been another man.
He had never strayed from her thoughts, even when she tried to build a new life without him.
There's wasn't a guarantee that he would be waiting for her, she knew that. But she couldn't be so unfair to another man. It wasn't right for him to freely give her his heart, yet hers belonged to another.
She felt so guilty every time he would look at her, his eyes full of such love and devotion.
She didn't want that, she didn't want to have him jaded for the next woman, always over thinking his actions and wondering about the true intentions of women.
She felt the train roll to a stop. She gathered her small bag and stepped onto the platform.
She inhaled the familiar air. Home.
She was home. No matter how much she traveled, it was a wonderful feeling coming back home.