Three months ago, it wouldn't have mattered.
Three months ago, this wouldn't have happened.
Thee months ago, I could have stopped this.
Rain fell from the sky, like big fat tears pouring from closed eyes. The world was engulfed by dark storm clouds. I shivered in the cold winds. How coincidental that it would rain the same day this happened. That it would rain at the end.
A strong gust of wind hit me hard in the back, pushing me closer to the edge of the roof. Mother nature was daring me to jump. She mocked me with a loud clap of thunder, followed by stage lights of lightning, trained on me, giving me my cue. I stared at the soggy, muddy Earth two stories light vanished from the sky. I missed my cue. The wind pushed me back an inch or two. I slipped on the wet shingles, falling on my back.
As I stared up at the sky, rain pattering on my face, hiding my tears, I couldn't help but be forced to think. To think back. Back to where it all began. Back to the beginning. Back to you and me. Back to us.
Three months ago, it wouldn't have mattered.
Three months ago, this wouldn't have happened.
Three months ago, I could have stopped this.
