Chance in the Storm

The sound of wind blowing brought Christen back from her forced slumber, as she opened her eyes to the darkness of night. Her mind raced, as she tried to recall what happened to her last.

‘I was knocked out again, wasn’t I?’ she guessed, reaching a hand up to her head. ‘But why? Last I remember-‘ She stopped herself, eyes gone wide and face paled, upon recalling what occurred before she had blacked out. Mainly, when the door to the room opened, and he stood there.

She slowly looked around the room, hoping he wasn’t in, or that the figure she saw was not actually him. Sadly, as she turned to the door on her left, there he sat. On a chair, with his arms crossed, and head limped down, breathing slowly in deep sleep.

Seeing his face again after so long, Christen was both frightened and relieved to see him. The fright from the fact that she was seeing the one man she never wanted to see again, who gave her false hope in the worst way possible. Played with her heart in a way she didn't wan