Some things are painful. Others aren't as much. But then there is the last type of things. The things that happen so suddenly and hit so hard, things that seem to kill you from the inside out.
Carolyn's death was one of those things, at least for David. She died in his arms! He should have done more. Then again, anything would have been more than nothing. David would give his life to have her live.
The burning pain in his chest grew hotter. Doctors said it was heartburn. But David knew that it was that sudden, dreadful pain, eating away at his soul, for the grief he felt was so intense that mere thoughts weren't enough. It had to escape somehow, anyway it could. The pain had to find a way out before it killed him.
Anything! David would give anything to have his love back. He would cross pits of flame and hissing snakes, just so he could kiss her again, speak to her, hold her in his arms.
Cold drops of water landed on his face. He was lying down in the grass next to his ex-wife's and his son James' graves. The aphotic clouds gathered in the skies, making the downpour harder. But David didn't want to leave.
But eventually, the rain would stop. It wouldn't leave quickly, however, as it had come. The overwhelming darkness would gradually shine into something brighter.
The rain would leave it's effect, and the once dry area would be vastly different. Cold drippings falling onto birds' beaks, making them shudder. The flowers would bend, heavy with water. Gray skies may turn sunny, but the cold rain would have it's effect.
Just like the pain.
The pain will fade, become duller, grief would slowly be consumed by feelings of numbness and, perhaps, a slight amount of happiness. But for now, the coldness was to stay.
A/N: Please review! I need some constructive criticism, if you have the time. Thank you!