She's been having a shitty day already. Work is hell. An industrial bakery is a tough place for a girl whose life has yet to run away from her. Hours at a time and no breaks ever to be taken. Her bosses - many to count - all had their criticisms and insufferable, downgrading comments. It always felt like there was smog hanging over, suffocating everyone, but leaving her there as torture. There were heavy pans that had to be lifted all day long. Physical labors that were beyond human capabilities, and yet it was done constantly. She did nothing right; nothing ever right. She was always dropping cookies, breads, and pastries on the ground - loss profits. She was always slipping on water with sneakers and forgotten nonslip shoes. Burning her finger, and no one to care when she cried out in pain. "Walk it off. Walk it off," She droned the monotonous statement in her head. Almost always she dreaded to walk in and silently bubbled with excitement when the day finally comes to an end. "Oh rapture," she says to herself.
Dirty, yes, but it's not an excuse her mind will easily conceptualize as reason not to visit the most important man in her life. It's a drive that's out of her way, as the rain steadily begins at dawn. Instead of going home to yet another empty and lonely evening though, she. . . stayed . . . out. There was no stop planned in between as she almost skipped out of the bakery with visions in her mind of the drive that was coming to her. She could see the flashing traffic lights and car lights and sign reflections. She could feel her shoes on the accelerator, pressing down progressively harder, and her hands on the gear stick, sweating from grasping so hard. Music sweeping the car, her mind concentrates on the coming joy of surprising her man with a gift of her company as he works long into the evening hours. Stuffy, hot, uncontrolled temperatures shiver all over her body. She sweats, but she's cold as darkness flows into the night and rain comes along with it.
The restaurant sign comes up ahead and the pit of her stomach falls down and deeply within her. A faint smile on her face in self satisfaction of the coming visit comes closer to reality. He'll wait on her, only her, and make her feel special. She parks after a forty-five minute drive and the car darkens into rest. She sits for a moment to take it all in. Breathe. . . Anticipation and anxiety grips her joyously. She reaches for her book, Atlas Shrugged, and steps out of the car. It's raining a little bit harder in the night; now late, now cold. She tugs her jacket a little tighter around her torso as the dark and gloomy sky spits out water upon water. She walked to the door, into the light to grab the doorknob, but stops. Drip drip sounds with the highly in tuned taping of the drops on the pavement are odd as she stopped in her foot steps. Faint, almost incredible if you could hear it, the sound of kissing can be heard on the dark side of the building. The rustle of clothes tugs at her curiosity. What to do? She wants to walk in but something in her intuitive hindsight tells her to see what is beyond the darkness.
She slowly starts to walk that way. Each step was a very small, wet splash as she slowly gets closer to the darkness. What is that noise that's getting louder? It sounded like passionate, lustful, sinful kissing and moaning sending her with a burning sensation in her chest. Suspense as it heightens the tensions of the eerie and darken night. She keeps on walking, unknowingly searching in the darkness for a focus on the object. Finding it hard not to hope that maybe it's two teenagers freely expressing their wills because of uncontrolled desires. However, when it came; when it flashed before her eyes; when she finally came to where she could take no curiosity into the restaurant, she found her man and another woman almost unclothed.
He was too much into the dark to notice his girl, too much into the woman with red heels to notice. Yet, his girl wouldn't even let him get up to stop her from walking away. She turned around just as her focus was cleared, and within seconds he knew it had been her; even though he never saw her in that darkness. Rain; oh rain upon a night such as this. She walked fast and quick - "Walk away. Walk away,� she thought to herself and pushing her tears into her head. She had been having a bad day already, but now it was just utterly horrible. Splash splash splash splash splash - quick and direct to her car another quicker splashing splashing splashing comes louder to her. So she turns around and hooks a right into his left eye socket and nose. Spin and down, he crashes onto the wet pavement with inches of rain climbing, dancing, playing.
She walks away; into the car, leave. Drives numb. She drives without feeling the thunderous rain now falling hard and painful. No music, only lights and familiar roads as she comes closer to home. She had been hoping that she wouldn't find him there, in the darkest corner of her mind. It was so clich�d, predictable to a story that was now writing itself in her head into memories. Yet, she had found it as inconceivable. It was reality as it came to be. She comes home and takes a step out of her car and begins to walk to her apartment. The rain steady, hard, painful as it smacks against her skin, her face, her soul as it screams to be heard. However; however, every step becomes harder to take. Like boulders cementing themselves to her shoes and growing in size, she trips over herself and falls into the ground, inches in water and growing. She cries. She pulls herself up to her knees and cries in her hands.
An engine sounds in the distance. Lights come up onto her body as it soaks in the rains. He comes out of his car and runs to her. He runs, down to her; down; down to her as if everything happened in slow motion; as if everything happened with hands over ears and muffled noises coming in. The light shining brightly, the engine growling loudly, he wraps himself around her, his face touching her hair, her face as it burns with tears. He rocks her, swaying as every noise fades away into a moment with them as them. He holds on tight, trembling in fear; for he loves her greatly but has habits he cannot let go of. He fears her; hopes for an ending that will not break him. He cries in self pity and regret. He whispers in her ear, �Don�t leave me.�
She speaks within herself as she yearns for his strength to hold on to her, �I will walk away and I will never come back.�
