The rain beat down hard and fast.
She hardly felt it as she ran from the past.
Would he follow her?
Just to experience again that strange allure?
She stopped and looked back.
Where she was she had lost track.
There was no one.
No footsteps.
No quiet breath to be detected.
Her mind had been infected.
She thought he would follow.
His desertion was too much to swallow.
She felt the rain.
Wishing she could see him again.
The cold consumed her.
Shivers took over.
The rain blended with the tears that flowed. ----1-10=20
Falling to her knees
Begging simply “please,”