They stood there in the dark and pouring rain illuminated only by the flashlight he held up to their faces, mere inches apart. She hated what she was about to do, but something deep inside her was demanding it. He went to embrace her, and she pulled sharply away. It was then she told him, told him it wouldn't work. She said he should leave and stop caring for anything involving her. His face illustrated the disbelief he felt. He backed away, dropping the light and fled into the grassy darkness. She fell to her knees and wept as the mud seeped through her clothers and chilled her bones.
April 9, 2010