Abandoned
Rain pelted the road as if Mother Nature was trying to punish it. She walked arms wrapped around her bare arms as her dress dragged along the wet pavement. It wasn't supposed to end this way. Everything had been perfect. She'd waited eleven hundred years for this day, even though she hadn't realized it.
"Anya, come back!" a voice called.
The young woman kept walking. She didn't want to hear what they had to say. They were his friends first and foremost. They would only defend him. Now, she was all alone and there was nothing she could do.
