The sun reflect off of the field turning the wheat orange and gold. She walked through, wheat trampled beneath her feet, hand brushing over tips of the long stalks. It tickled. She felt a smile tease her lips, but it was tamped down by the spike of terror that ripped through her. She glanced around her breath coming in gasps. She was alone. She was fine. But the terror continued to accompany her and she walked further and further. As she got closer and closer she broke into a run. Maybe she could outrun the terror out run what she was certain happened that night. They had told her she was crazy that the he had never existed that she was slipping. But she knew. She was right. 2 steps away 1 step. She stopped a human shaped hole of trampled wheat. Dark dried red staining golden brown. This is where it had happened where she had killed the one she loved.