She gazed out confidently towards the horizon, that glittering lake she could almost see, and I could almost see it with her. Her violet eyes were calm, back a confident arrow. The men followed grudgingly, jealous that a young girl could know more than them all. Once the night fell, all hell broke loose. And I left her there to fend for herself amidst the chaos of the night, with one smitten, loyal watchman and buckets of confusion being poured futilely on the fire.
I shut my mind's eye to her world and found myself between so many concrete walls and lines of binder paper. This is where I should be, I told myself.
