She brought me here, to the Willow Haven, and
gave me all I needed to heal, to become strong,
including the endless love I was so desperately
Ethan was a slightly different story, having
wrecked just outside of town on his motorcycle,
an acquaintance found his unconscious body lying
in the ditch of the country road and immediately
drove him to my aunt for care.
He had remained unconscious for several hours
before waking at Willow Haven and his memory
seemed to complete evade him as he jar bled in
incoherent babble about trains and such.
We were just two of many roughed up, beat up and
loved deprived occupants, and ranging from
teenage ages to those in their golden years of
life. Some came, some went, but Ethan and
I understood each other.
I knew he would leave soon, that wild streak so
un-killable inside of him…and he did, those two
months following his arrival; and though he
promised to stay in touch, in my heart I knew he
would not. I knew him, how he was wired,
how he was made. He was man that lived on
the breeze of his current vision, and I knew no
longer seeing me would cause the vision of our
friendship to fade.
I took the bar of soap from the ledge of the tub
and slowly lathered it between my hands,
watching as the suds poured over my fingers and
into the steaming bath water surrounding me.
A smile came to my eyes as I remembered the last
frame of his face when he had left…I was picking
blackberries and he was handsome.
His blue eyes were intoxicating as he approached
me from the field. He took the berry
bucket from my hands and held it, walking with
me as the rich cascade of the golden sun set
over us that evening.