All the way home I could here here in my thoughts telling me of our desting or something and that if I wasnt going to listen it was ok she said in that pleading voice "dont you like my hair?" the first thought in my mind was of that flame hair red splayed out uppon the bed... she knew I could sense it we were connected in some way my very being fighting to stay in control to not run and free her from that prision in which I had placed her but I could not bring my feet to move in either direction suddenly I found myself standing on the sidewalk of the downtown street staring into space. I took a breath of relief and sadness an anxiousness looming as a great wave about to break upon the shore. I braced for the impact but there was none the feeling just remained. "you have been chosen... it has always been you." the thoughts echoed into my being.