Hope

Looking over his shoulder, he could still see the faint light in the distance. He was lost now, but he couldn't bring himself to return to the light where he was safest. The wind picked up and his strength started to give. He was exhausted. Each gust took a piece of him with it, leaving him empty. With each step his body ached until he fell to his knees. A fleeting thought. To give up. To welcome death. He was broken and alone. Tears fell down his face as he cried out in pain. He closed his eyes and visions of the past shot through his mind. Visions of two conflicting worlds. One stained with blood and hate and the other with love. The visions stopped and he knew what he must do, but he didn't have the strength to get back. When he opened his eyes, they burned. The light was there, so close, waiting for him to return, giving him hope.