As she slipped past the bakery, she thought about Mercicio. She didn't love him, her father did. He wanted their money, not for his only child to be happy. "I shouldn't be sorry. I should be exited. This is not the end, but the beginning. The beginning of a new life, a life of change and adventure; instead of a day to day schedule." Still, she could not get Will off her mind. She would miss him deeply, but if she ever were to get out of this small little village, she must go alone. No one must follow her. Not even the person she felt most comfortable with. She always was comfortable around Will, even more comfortable than being alone. At this thought she became tired, but she knew that if she stopped now, she would end up turning around; like all the other times she had attempted this task.
She finally made up her mind. "Rose," she told her reluctant self, "keep moving. If you stop now, you might as well stamp a brand on your forehead that says 'Betrothed and unhappy'. You are looking for adventure and here it is; right in front of you. Just take 10 more steps, just 10 more steps. Once you are past the village pub, you are home free. Adventure might as well be your middle name. There it is. I can see it! I can feel it!! Freedom!!"
She dropped to the ground as she passed the gate separating the woods from the village. "I made it," was all that escaped her lips. After a brief period of mindlessness, she got up. She had never been this far into the forest before. Actually, she had never been beyond the gate. Her father had always sheltered her. Always protected her from things he claimed would harm her. She was never allowed to go out after dark, or by herself. She could never go out with friends down to the pond to swim. She didn't know how to swim because of him. As she thought more and more about what her father had sheltered her from, she became angry with him. All the anger welled up in her, until finally, she felt as if she would start an avalanche some 34 miles away on Mt. Ghorona. She did not want to wake any of the villagers so she waited until out of earshot to scream, "Are you happy father?! Once you wake up, I hope you realize, you pushed me to do this. I didn't create this, you did." Her voice was now shaking with fear and exhaustion, "Ever since mother died, you haven't been the same. You used to be cheery and happy. You always cared about me. Now it is all about you. You only care about what is good for you, not me. Well, now you don't have to worry about me. I'm gone and out of your life, forever, like you wanted." As she said this, she related back to a time when he said that to her. She was only 3, but she remembered. It still burned her some 14 years later. She would never forget.
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