"When the snow melts what does it become?"
A glistening dew drop on the birth of a flower, rain could be the welcoming gift for spring. Soft, calm or even ruthless, rain was much like the moods of a woman. Be it mother-nature was content, rain could simply be a drizzle, encouraging life to sprout; be it mother-nature was sad, rain could be a steady downpour, relenting only when she had her good cry; be it mother-nature was angry, rain could be deafening, silencing all else around and drowning out the noises of those near.
Right this moment mother-nature must've been furious.
Rain beat down on delicate shoulders like bullets from a handgun. Fast, cold, and hard, the drops could make a grown man freeze as if it were the middle of winter.
Her surroundings, always seemingly colorless in its grace, were now indefinite shapes, grey blurs and masses of what used to be a line of headstones. She looked up through bleak, ambiguous eyes. The path, that was once ahead, was gone. The iron fence that lay around the grounds, destroyed in the dark mists of grey.
She could see nothing other than the dirty hands in front of her face. The same hands which had pushed her friends away, caked in mud and tears. But soon the rain would wash all that away too. No evidence of her struggle lingering; akin to blood being washed away at the scene of a crime.
It seemed like it was only minutes ago that Uo had run from her; disgusted by her lack of a helping hand extended towards their most precious friend. Uo must have figured: if she couldn't help Tohru, then leaving Saki alone in the rain was her only retribution.
But Saki understood. Uo couldn't understand the things she felt on a regular basis.
The denpa, having alerted her to Tohru's distress, only abandoned her now. For the first time in her life, she felt nothing; nothing, but the cold rain seeping in through her clothes and dampening her skin. Signals of another person, signals of a creeping animal, even signals of those on the road were absent.
Maybe in the down pour there were no people or maybe the rain was drowning them out. Whatever the explanation might have been, Saki was utterly alone.
Softened tissue on her hands scraped off as she pushed away from the rough, cemented side-walk. Still, pain didn't caress her nerves, having been numbed by the frigid temperatures of the rain hours ago. Her hair clung in thin waves around her face, her cloak weighing a ton as she forced herself forward. She stumbled as she walked, her breath coming out in puffs of smoke.
The umbrella's they brought were useless now; lying in puddle-soaked mud where they were thrown to by the winds.
Ignoring them, Saki headed onward, arms clutching one another for warmth. She considered stripping out of her clothes and huddling naked, god knew how much warmer she needed to be, but for that to work she also needed a shelter and currently none presented themselves. It was unfortunate. The clothes were only burdening her, what with the mass amounts of water they collected and the warmth they no longer provided.
By now she was shaking as if there was an earthquake occurring. Tremulous, her body temperature dropped even lower. The shaking was extremely violent, causing her teeth to chatter uncontrollably, her feet losing balance with every step she took.
Seeing the gates to the entrance of the cemetery gave her a solid goal to go for. Now she just needed to make it beyond the gate and maybe she could stop someone on the road.
That is, if there is someone.
Well, at least if she died, her body wasn't too far from its resting place. They wouldn't have to carry her far. Saki almost laughed, but the probability of biting her tongue didn't seem so pleasant.
In a haze of grey, she stumbled against the iron gates, panting and coughing before she looked up and briefly noticed headlights. They came quick and were gone, but the mere fact that they were there lightened her mood.
Suddenly, her hands were getting warmer, along with her feet. She looked down, but nothing had changed. She felt her face that she was aware seemed on fire now. Time, she was losing it.
Saki darted out in to the road with her last bout of strength, catching the blinding ray of headlights before she fell and continued falling.
Her foot slipped on the slick pavement and black suddenly rose to meet her face.
I hope I hit the ground, she distinctly thought, before the car hits me.