Crossroads

In a dark long way that looks like a tunnel, where the ground is not paved, having curves and waves, she was taking wide steps on the road. She leaned on a wall to breathe. Her breath could be heard.
She turned her face backwards to where she came from and yelled: Hey! Come on. We still have long way to go.
He walked slowly, pulling his legs, having a pale face and very exhausted look, till he approached her.
She: You look tired!
He looked at her in a slow motion that seemed as if he couldn't even raise his iris upwards.
She said in excitement: Come on. we still have long way to go.
He didn't seem excited. On the contrary, it seemed like she just added more burden on him.
Then with sympathy: I know it was a long and hard way...but when we arrive, things will be different.
He gave her that look that says he doesn't believe that.
In a tender voice she said: Have some patience.
She looked at his bottle of water. It was almost empty!
In a desperate voice: You ran out of water.
He sat on the ground...gloomy.
She looked at him with sorrow, deep sorrow, then said: I'm sorry I pushed you to come all that way. I told you before we start that I prefer to walk it alone. I knew it would be hard for you. You insisted.

A tear shone below her eyelid then rolled down her cheek.
It felt painful. Mixed feelings of sympathy and disappointment. She always wanted to believe he would accompany her till the end. However, her sense had always been in conflict.

Now,she doesn't want to overload him anymore. She feels she is guilty and a victim, at the same time. Maybe, it's time to continue the way alone.

She heard far away voices coming from the way back there, where they were. She knelt down, hugged him, and kissed him with deep passion: Someone will walk you to where you want. I'm sure.

She stood up and walked down the way...alone.