"Ian..." My lips form words but no sound
escapes as I watch him now from far away.
After several moments, I stand torn over whether
to follow or whether to go. Shaking my head I
start to walk his way when a gruff voice
approaches me unexpectedly from behind. The gray
mist is thick now, the light from the diner
barely see-able as the rain reveals it was not
done pouring. "Shut up and stop walking." Says
the voice as a small blade terrifyingly traces
the side of my throat.
"Who are you?" I freeze as the man falls
silent, tossing me effortlessly through my open
car door; my keys dangle painfully from my
fingertips as he grabs them, working to move me
into the passenger side. I kick at him as he
slides into the drivers seat, pulling the knife
up to me, his arm pinning my neck to the point I
can hardly breathe.
I struggle slightly but realize hope of escaping
is quickly falling faster and faster out of my
reach as I begin to black out slightly, my hands
trying desperately to fight him off. "Stop." I
whisper as my arms began to grow numb, my
consciousness now drifting in and out as he
clamps tightly around my throat.
Like a miracle, my passenger door flies open;
two arms pull me within a split second of time
from the deadly grip of the kidnapper. The man
in my car panicks and throws the car quickly
into reverse, driving recklessly out of the
parking lot to make his escape.
Familiar blue eyes look down at me; the parking
lot is cold but
his arms are warm about me for the first time.
The morning fog in the parking lot is thicker
than ever as I watch his breath fog in front of
me, breathless, he looks down to make sure I am
fine. "Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes no
longer showing shame but a strange brokenness.
"Yes." I breath out.
Without a second thought, I reach over and touch
his face in a surreal fashion, my hand reaching
for a moment 20 years into the past, the hollow
echoes of his eyes still looking back at me just
as they had so long ago.