Their warnings float into my mind as I run.

Drifting through the breeze to my awaiting ears.

I attempt to push them away, but who can deny the temptation of love?

Of being loved.

Of being wanted.

I couldn’t.

The wind reminds me of this as I run.

It sings of forgiveness—a falsehood, I know.

A plea arises from its center most being.

I pray for the strength to not turn back.

To them.

To him.

The wind is my enemy, I’ve decided, that I shall not overcome.

It dwells everywhere, a never ending reminder.

I know I am a coward for running, but they’re in my head: the whispers on the wind.