There were no places he could not go. He had been all over those places. He ported one place to another in a blink. He lost track of where he had been. It was a privilege to be him – to have his ability.
He kept it secret – alone. Lonely.
Bangkok, Seoul, Paris, London, New York, Bali, Jakarta, Melbourne, Barcelona, Ankara, Tehran, Mecca, Medina, New York, Adelaide, Manhattan, Jakarta, Bangkok, Athens. He kept on going. Again and again. But it did not heal.
It had been one year, yet he kept going back to this same place over and over.
He felt numb inside.
There is no place I’d rather be than beside you, he thought. He dropped on his knees before a headstone, rubbing his eyes for tears.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was Places.