Echo
"Drew!" May calls desperately, her voice echoing against the autumn wind. He makes no sign of acknowledging her, continuing to walk southward.
"I love you," she whispers in defeat, turning on her heel and trudging away from him.
Coward the wind whispers, echoing against her ears. She hangs her head in defeat.
Coward the wind chants. May dares to look back, watching Drew's nonchalant retreating figure disappear into the night.
Coward the wind drawls out once again, laughing sardonically, haunting her. May slumps, and begins too trudge away for the last time, this time never looking back.