One

A cool breeze blew gently through the balcony door, lifting the hair from her brow. Trinity closed her eyes, inhaling the clean night air. A storm was brewing, the scent of rain on the wind. Swallowing she opened her eyes and stared out into the night. She had come to the realisation earlier that she was done running. She was finally ready to return home. To face her past and the foolish mistakes and misunderstandings of her youth. Maybe she had over-reacted and run off without waiting for an explanation. Maybe she had stolen his car - ok so that was a definite. But that was all behind her. She wasn't a scared little girl any more. No mow she was grown and she was ready to jump into the future with both feet. After the storm she was going home. But first she was going for a run - her other-self wanted to feel the wind on her face and the grass wet beneath her paws.