// the bell rang

there it was, she knew it from the very start.
was there no way out of this?
many scenarios, possible conversations, the retorts, the backlash,  how many times has it been dear child? You lost count, of the number of times you swallowed it down, the indignation, the defiance that you try your best to quell. You know you can't afford to win this, so you back down once more, resignation flickering.

you question yourself before, why it was difficult to just listen, be the puppet, be entwined in the strings, made to play the show you were dictated to be in. your reckless soul beat against this regime, you know very well, it is only a matter of time before it all break loose, that's what happened isn't it? When you lose control of rational thoughts, and decided it was best to start following your feelings into things.

Forget the naysayers who tell you no, forgive the people who do you wrong, forgo the dissuaders, they know not better. They meant well, they believe what was best for you, what to stop your heart from breaking, but why was it so hard this time round to be cautious, to shield your heart from pain.

There it was, my sweet summer child. The gate, the gate that you have stared out from your windows, the gate that you have always wished fervently, the gate, the gate. The gate that was always there, run child, run. And never look back.