the get away. a run away. and a please. stay away

over the chill that covers her, jittering through the night of tears. she still can't believe she finally shed them. maybe not all and maybe not done. and yet it started. the words of the past all coming out and overwhelming every bit of the girl so alive and so full of life, it's hard to let go of someone you thought you'd always find. right. zipping up the get away scandal she'll be having. getting ready for the tears and hugs and added fun memories with people she sees everyday. would she get the good cry she always wanted and longed for? or would she have to see the past to finally break down onto something she never bothered caring for.
the wanted tears she asked for was yet to come but knowledge about it was still invisible and unclear. unsure of and never heard of. something we'd steal. yet to know such confidential knight of belonging in someone's night. would she rather tell him to stay away? or would she rather see him stay and never run away? getting some answers to some questions about the night we expected to have, we'd see each other some time some how. and we will and if you'll see. the chill the blankets her from fear. would you rather touch and hold her hand? or give her words she'd want to hear?
arriving in the distant get away she wanted just the night before, we'll have to talk to ourselves to find out every morning. if this was the day she'd start leaving it all behind or will it just be the normal day she's been trying to get to. and yet the force for the regrets and forgets weren't coming and if it weren't was that expected? and yet the fun and games organized to smile worked and blew her off. the blow out girls making it all feel better and blowing her away by how much a person could make another happy without knowing it.. the whole group turned out happy. and the next night was when every tear dropped onto the floor. pouring onto the lit candle and burning the tears we were to cry. overhwelming the light, we put it off and stopped to see if everything was to be longed for once again. how did i fall? how was i saved? who made me fall and who got me saved? and she saw that one tear left in another's eye. she didnt even have to see it fall. but the words another said about the touched feeling we had that moment was satisfying for her.
then every thing else came out. sobs and gasps for air started coming and the wanted feeling came. swollen eyes were getting there and yet she didnt stop. how could she? it was starting. and that chapel waiting for us still sat there and waited til every girl knelt down to start. tears came down for ever question asked about a mother and a father begging for attention and affection yet every daughter longed for the same thing. even more compared to them. and yet the daughters at fault sobbed through each tear. including she. and then she got to the pour out part wherein everything left her. with one spill of dreams and tears. she let go of everything. did she really miss sophknight? or was he just longed for? coz he ran away. and never returned. would she ever want him back?
coz a balcony with silence and words. comfortable atmosphere and company meant for just two. made her see that everything else would be fine and ok. everything else will make her see. that something in her greater compared to what's infront of him. what if he definitely is her sophknight? will she change? i think not. coz the fidgets she had with the pieces she found, gave her the feeling of finally letting go. and the company she wished for gave the assurance and strength that a rescue will be given. coz even though the fake yellow rose was put back in the vase and the doors of Bethany remained closed. a fulfilled memoried filled get away was delivered safe. with no tapes and bandages. with no coverups and ruins. we had the smiles and giggles we all deserved and needed. our wishes granted by the moon/slash/sun that rose onto the night sky. peeking at the balcony with the two girls staring. cold and satisfying chill embraced her that time. yet it felt nice. it was bare and naked. just the way she expected. it to be

the get away she had was to run away just like the knight. killing his horse (shh... dont tell! ;P) leaving the note especially for him. please. stay away. and please. stay. before going away.

and at the end the jeans she unfolded once she finds, on the left foot of the jeans. left the path of inkblots that makes a lot of sense. sophknight. please, follow my tracks. <3