As We Walk Out Into The Night And Cry One Last Time.

She stand beside those near fading tracks. It seems so long ago when she once stood on them. The cold wind rushes around her, as she clutches to that shirt. Its time to stand back on those tracks and no longer stand still. She must walk down them and face her broken past. Slipping off her shoes, the cold iron under her feet. Her toes curl at the iciness below her. A shiver rattles her body. She doesn't want him to walk with her, she doesn't want anyone. She is strong, but is she strong enough to face this alone?