Sometimes it strikes me.

Walking against the rain, the drops seemed to penetrate her skin. They sank into her blood, running cold. Wet hair plasters to her face and she bites her lip. There’s a figure up the road, headed her way. She prays that they can’t distinguish the tears from the rain. Hopefully, the red-rimmed eyes won’t give her away. Glancing upwards, she thanks God for the disguise. {gray skies} Fingers stretching at his side, he mechanically picks up one foot and puts it in front of the other. Just keep walking. He wishes he could find her. He’s been looking for hours in the rain. He knew she’d be crying today. Wiping the water film from his eyelashes, he blinks. A figure is coming toward him. Same height. Hair color? Check. Defeated posture? Yes. It’s her. {heavy clouds} A groan breaks through her clogged throat. The deepest sound of defeat. Her limbs shake. Her muscles refuse to respond to her brain. She keeps walking forward. “Turn around, run” she thinks. Funny how her muscles seem oblivious to her pointed command. The teeth sink even further into her bottom lip. Metallic taste. A new tear joins the downpour. {give in} He speeds up. He wills her to lift her chin and meet his eyes. He needs to see those eyes. Desperation. His legs make jerky movements as they attempt to transition into his new preferred mode of transportation: run. Heart pumping, he prays that she’ll take him. oh he loves her. {rain} Don’t love me. She exudes this sentiment. she hopes it will make him turn around. but she knows it won’t. she know’s he won’t. she falls to her knees. it seems her brain has lost control over her body completely. malfunction. {breaking} he reaches her side as she is falling. He falls with her and wraps his arms around her. Or, he tries. But the pieces are so small. He gasps and feels his heart crumble at the edges. One heart. Breaking.