She knew she was followed
His footsteps were in rhythm
With the srapy of water heavy against the rocks
Drip, step, drip, step

As a tree branch crunched
Dying under his heavy foot
She froze as if earth’s roots clung to her ankles
Shoulder creeping further up to the sky

Eyes glaring slowly back over her shoulder
He saw the singular tear escape her eye
“Why do you do this to me
Exude your anger to freighten me so,” she pressed

It was true he had followed her
As it was also true his anger was radiating
Hot like the sun that bounce off the water around them
But his intention was to make a point

That if he couldn’t have her
If he couldn’t be in the pleasure of loving her still
Then the threat of loving another
He would instill in her

No intention of harm
He wished not to betray her
He only wanted her to know
Loneliness would be a joint effort, not just singular to him

A clinched fist around the ax
Portrayed a different story to her
The guilt she felt of thinking
Leaving him was the wrong choice

“Please leave here
Leave me to the solitude amongst my safe haven
Away from you, away from what we were
No paid should be caused here”

Unwavering, he stood still 
Eyes glaring, unmoved by her plea
“I do not want my ending to be now
By the hands of man that no longer loves me”

His head buzzed like the nearby woodbees
Dark clouds blurring his vision of the love lost in front of him
He realized he had gone too far
Away from the this ideal of his hurt feelings being known

“But what a beautiful way to go
Amongst the moss, my body beginning to decay
Into the forest floor
To become the canvas for flowers to begin their life.”

He stared in wonder
For fear was present
But she accepted a fate far from his goal
He loved her, and love is never to be feared?

As her head cast down like a crimial to the guillotine
He turned away from this idea
Guts turning into an acrid whirlpool
Tears of shame flooding his face

He ran, ax heavy by his side
The sound of snapping limbs echoing loudly amongst the rocks
She sank heavy on the ground
The moss her friend, and not her untimley grave