Lost In The Rain

TheCheshireChris

I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself


She sat on the bench in the park. It was raining and the clouds were dark. Faint rumbles echoed in the distance from a direction that she couldn't discern. The storm clouds were heavy enough that the sun was but a memory to her and she'd honestly lost track of time by that point anyhow.

She'd been crying. She couldn't tell if she still was though. She felt numb mentally and physically at that point as the cold droplets poured down on her in buckets. It was as if the sky was mirroring her dreary heart.

Lightning illuminated the sky for a brief second. Moments later, thunder bellowed at her. It was almost a comfort for some reason. The world was continuing around her in an ever chaotic cycle of creation and destruction as the pain of lost love drilled deeper and deeper into her fragile heart.

She knew that giving up wasn't an option she could make peace with. Too many strings of life were connected to her.

She let out an audible sigh and stood up, wiping her eyes. She took one step, then another to the car.


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