Running from Yourself

From the outside Damon had a life many could only dream about.  Intelligence came naturally, and brilliance was a snap.  He sailed through life, his errors never paralyzing him as they would many a man.  He rose to the highest levels.  He charmed those around him and drew in outsiders with his boisterous laugh and boyish humor.  He stood out in his world, and many longed for what appeared to be a carefree way of being.

While he may not have been her ideal or like the men she craved, the charm eventually wore on her.  She started to feel something for this quirky beast.  She saw the different sides of him and began to knock down some of his walls. She became most pleased with their fun.  They could raise the stakes and toy with one another.  they could laugh and laugh.

Just as things went from lust to emotion, Damon ran.  As the words came from his lips, she could tell that even he knew how cowardly he sounded.  But there was not a thing she could do.  This escape was his to manage and she could not talk him off the ledge.  It was yet another disappointment and another man too scared to take the leap.  A half sewn design that was never allowed the proper light or time.

Silence and time forge a a dose of truth that eventually drags down a giant.  This beast could not outrun the truth.  He hated that it caught him.  He felt embarrassed, small and ridiculous.  He reached out with shaky arms to this woman he ran from. But he ran for too long.  She no longer wanted to wait for a beast who did not see what was right before him all along.  She knew better.  It was not his crime that the Beast failed to continue forging the jungle with this woman.  His crime was running from himself and running from truth.