Just after liftoff, she breathed a sigh of relief. He was gone from her life and she would see to it that he never returned. As long as she had a breath left in her, she would run as far from him as she could ever possibly get. With her return home, she was sure there was no possible way for him to find her even if he cared so much to look for her. She doubted he would and prayed that he couldn’t.
In a few short hours, she had landed in Sydney. She had arranged a car to pick her up and take her into Rutherford where she could finally relax within her sister’s home. There, Tracey and Mark would protect her from all harm. She longed to become reacquainted with the surroundings; sure that much had changed over the years. She remembers leaving just after the horrendous floods of ’55. The visions still haunt her. The area had suffered so much damage and lives were lost. But none so important as that of him. He was by all means the love of her life. They often enjoyed sitting on those water banks and planning out their future. It was so bright, beautiful and tender. In a few short weeks, they were to be married. She still awakes with the sweat of that day dripping from her forehead. She had had held so tightly to his arm that blood had poured from him as the debris and water crashed into them. She was so young, a mere seventeen. The look in his eyes, the fear, the horror, she could feel it all racing through her once again. Her love had been ripped from her arms in the most violent of ways. There wasn’t even someone to be mad at; she couldn’t blame another soul, only Mother Nature.
Looking back, she realized that in those days, her heart and mind had remained. The only thing she had concentrated on after was to be able to save someone, anyone. To her, it was a reckoning that she could help another live on even though it was without her. Being back at home, she realized that in all these years she had never let go of that night, those memories and a love so true and so lost.
She wanted more than anything to reach out and touch his soul. She had built a fortress around her heart that no man shall ever enter again. The blood on her hands had held proof of her failures…..