(One Syllable Piece)

Fear. Pulsed strong into his veins. No longer a boy, a man of eighteen now, who hid from the light of the moon. The plan had been clear: to escape from this place in his head. Even as he gazed into the sky he was filled with the dread of time. He hummed and thought, “Too late to look at the past.” To tell the truth, he had been alone for quite some time. After the day Jill told him to leave as she stood by the door, closed it as she left, and cried. “Too much pain to think like that”. He looked at the star and let a soft sigh seep into the night air. Jill took back her love and fled. Now he stood alone and his heart was not sure what to do next. With a glance at the sky he shed one last tear and let her go. The fear peeled from his body and twisted into the night. It left a man and a heart that would learn to love in time. Does anyone have an idea for the title of the piece? Please let me know