The Highway
I'm walking down a long, winding path. It's a small path with room only for one. I'm walking down in hopes that it will get wider. I'm walking down this path, waiting for her.
Theres barely anything to catch the eye on this path. Sometimes i'm content with just walking. I take a rest when i get tired, and the path itself is well kept. It's the path i'm walking next to that causes me so much greif. My own path frequently weaves next to a well beaten highway, crowded with many other people. After countless times winding down my own path, i begin to set my eyes on the highway.
People are driving along the highway frequently. They pair off in couples and drive as fast as their emotions take them. They smile and laugh and wave as they pass me by. Day by day, each day takes me towards the highway. Each day the roads seem to grow closer, as i begin to envy the smiling faces of the people racing by. It went on until my lonely road came close enough to the highway for me to jump over.
I kept walking as i stared at how incredibly close the two paths become. Instead of looking the other way and keeping to the other side of the path, i looked on at the smiling faces whizzing by me as i walked. Once a vehicle slowed and pulled over towards me. I kept walking while looking as the car slowed to my speed. The window rolled down to reveal a matchless beauty. She seemed to do nothing but smile. All she did for a long time was look at me, as if i were to do something. "Dont you want to get in?" She finally asked me. This question stopped me on my path. I thought of it for awhile, i looked straight into her bright eyes and said "yes."
And with that, i began walking again and never looked back.
With the passing days, i second guessed myself. Imagining myself in the passengers seat, going as fast as my emotions could take me. the sun suddenly set as i grew tired and lay to rest. As my eyes finally grew heavy, i began to dream.
In my dream i saw my path, winding through mountains and valleys, through the brightest and darkest of days. I saw my path end and she was at the end. I heard my father speak to me "Open your eyes." And before i could see her face, i was awake. My eyes adjusted to the horrible scene that my envy hid earlier. Cars were crashed everywhere. Smoke and fire billowed from the warped metal and i could hear the wails and sobbing of countless broken hearts. They had driven as fast as their emotions could take them, and it kept their eyes off of the road, and some payed a higher price than others for it.
Now i walk down my path for a different reason; I know whats at the end. It's slower to walk, but it's also safer.
[The one now known as Emmett] | 
