The Light Ashley Hamilton Litrus Staff There was something obscurely painful about that light.
At this intersection, along with hundreds of others they had held hands.
This one was different though, it was at this one that she asked her, are you even going to miss me?

Of course was her response. However, it didn’t quench the fear. The situation of her leaving had been thrown out there for her response. Perhaps to see her reaction, in hopes that she might beg her not to go. That had failed. She turned back and stared at the light, just as she was now. Frustrated, but mostly scared. Didn’t she know what her leaving would mean? What it meant for her, what it meant for them. Before a flame could burst from the spark conceived by her question, the light turned green, and they left that intersection, she knew what it meant, and she knew hat the next time they returned to that light, would be only through a memory. She would never forget that light, or any other.