Now you can't find what you've left behind.

Checking over her shoulder she started to run, away from the gates, away from the memories, away from the one she loved. Her feet were pounding as if they could stamp out that last night, that night where everything lost its innocence. She ran through the old oaks, she launched herself over the moss covered log, as if to propel herself from the hurt. She pushed through the trees, past where she had once felt safe sitting in his arms, past the clearing they had called their own. The scenery began to change, the ground became littered with stones, crumbling limestone on which she took a step too far. When she landed her breathing began to slow, her vision ebbing away until there was only him. No amount that she ran could change that he was a part of her that she could never leave, so she had to decide, live with the memories or live with him?