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Trail Run by loyalsock

... companion before patting her side. &#034Traitor,&#034 she joked as her dog panted happily. As she wrapped her arm around my waist and helped me to stand, I caught the scent of the rain in her long blonde hair. I couldn't help but, think that it was mixing well with the scent of her shampoo which smelt of peaches. Once I was standing upright, or at least, leaning against her for support, she helped me rest against the rough tree. I stared at her curiously, wondering what she was about to do. Turning her back to me, Lesley bent her long legs at the knees then motioned for me to climb on. &#034Come on.&#034 &#034You've got to be k**ding me,&#034 I said. &#034You can't walk the rest of the way out of here with ME on your back.&#034 Lesley looked over my petite body. &#034You either ride on my back or I'll carry you some other way. Perhaps, over my shoulder. Either way, your call.&#034 The idea of being toted around over her shoulder like some lumpy bag of potatoes did not appeal to me at all. I reached out with my hands, climbing onto her back with her help. It didn't seem to phase her that I was there at all, I noticed as she made her way through the trail with me riding atop her back. After some time of walking in silence, I had to say something. The silence was driving me crazy. &#034What would you like to talk about?&#034 She looked at me over her shoulder with a smirk. &#034I thought that you didn't want to talk, Logan.&#034 &#034Well, say something. This silence is ...

... maddening.&#034 Lesley laughed. &#034Listen to the rain hitting the trees or the water trickling down the creek.&#034 She squeezed my leg affectionately. &#034We're in the middle of a beautiful forest, love. It's never really silent.&#034 With a sigh, I rested my chin on her shoulder, catching the sounds of birds nearby. She was right. It was peaceful here which I suppose, deep down was why I had come here, in the first place. &#034Things were really stressful this week,&#034 I found myself saying. &#034I suppose that is the monster I was running from, when I fell.&#034 &#034I thought you didn't want to talk about that.&#034 Lesley grunted with exertion as we descended a particularly tricky part of the trail. I sighed. &#034I'm really sorry that I bit your head off back there. I'm really not like that at all. I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. You must think I'm awful.&#034 Lesley kissed the forearm around her neck. &#034I don't think you are awful,&#034 she assured me. &#034Would I be carrying you through the woods, if I did?&#034 Laughing, I felt myself starting to feel a bit better. &#034I guess not.&#034 &#034If anything, I thought that you were someone in more pain than your twisted ankle. I meant what I said. You did seem as though you genuinely needed to talk about what was on your mind, even if you didn't necessarily WANT to talk about it.&#034 Lesley didn't know how right she was with that one. I did need to talk about things. I had been keeping things so ...