i stood on the wide, dried green field, holding my gaze with the piercing green eyes locked on me. they bring full flooded memories of what used to be. his hand holding mine flashes before my eyes, myself slipping out of bed with him fast asleep behind me, and the nancy drew book slouched between our pillows. the walls close in on me, and the drowsiness tilts my head up only to hear the trailer door slam shut with footsteps running away. it slammed shut away in my head, where i am back to standing in this field. he is now running towards me and I am running far far far away.