They went to a pond, in the pines.
The first time they were there together, wild and free.
The second time, after months, he found himself in the same place alone at night, measuring the forest with restless steps back and forth “`Nobody would find you here for months” he said to himself.
This time they just sat on a rock, next to the water.
“It would be nice if you were always easy going like this” she said
“Uh” he said, his eyes lost in running water.
The rage was gone and with the rage, everything else was also gone.
“Things will be fine from now on”
“I want to go back”
“There’s no way out either”