The Woman in Red

I assumed Forrest chased after seeing as his voice followed even after pulling on to the main road, but like all else it soon too drowned out.

"Oh don't you worry Miss, Chicago is beautiful full of different characters! No need to be wasting your tears on that crazy rough neck back there he won't be able to bother you again"

The driver's words made me realize I had been crying I wiped the tears away and gave him a small smile. My fingers traced the cold metal of the locket before brining it up to eye level and examining the words engraved on it 'to thine own self be true' sighing I squeezed the locket in my hand beginning to daydream about my new life in Chicago. A life without Forrest Bondurant.