writer's block.

Her heart refused to cease the rapid beating, and her body was no longer taking requests: it was completely absent from all brain waves and messages. One foot in front of the other, she trailed on, unsure of what she was doing the entire time. It wasn't fear, though, it was anticipation, and perhaps a bit of hesitance as to what would be the outcome of her decision.
The leaves crunched beneath her feet, but it was soothing like a soundtrack. The cool air grazed her face, causing slightly more pink to paint her cheeks, creating a fresh canvas for anyone to marvel. The sun was setting beyond the trees, leaving a legacy of colliding color to linger. And each new step made the last one seem worth the effort.
It used to be hard to imagine a reckless love story, but now she was the protagonist. As she walked along the freshly paved road, the prospect of soulmates clouded her already weary mind. What used to be so trite now seemed completely incredible and unexpected. The wind reminded her of his voice, and it kept her going, all the while making her nose red and her nerves fade.
Pride had never been her forte, but exceptions are meant to make life exciting; he was her exception. As she reached the front door, the wind was no longer blowing, and his voice became a whisper in the back of her mind, causing her to slow down to an eventual hault. The sun was gone, but the stars were coming, and so were Fear and Regret. Her strength was ephemeral.
I am at a loss for what is to come...