Each step down the high street in the torrential rain was next to nothing, of the adrenaline, the shock and the hysteria shooting through her body at that very moment. Her clothes soaked through and through and she could feel the rain trickling down her neck but she didn’t care. All she knew right now, was that her life was over, she could not go back for what she had just saw would put an end to everything she had planned and invested her heart in.
She crossed the road, it was pointless to look even left or right for oncoming traffic. Pointless. If she died today, she would have died with the truth, the truth having killed her, the truth that brought all the pieces collectively together… the truth, like a dagger shearing through her soul killing her. She made it to the other side in one piece, disappointed that she hadn’t been run over by a truck. Dismal gloomy thoughts.
People huddled under shop doors and little umbrellas, she didn’t think to seek shelter, nothing at all. The tears were swept away by the cascading rain, the only accompaniment to this sour day. The truth will set us free, so they said… and it had, she wanted to die.