It was raining.
She stood on the street curb.
Waiting.
What for?
She didn't know.
He was gone.
He wasn't coming back, was he?
She listened for his footsteps.
There were none.
Her eyes looked dully ahead of her.
No one was coming.
Why wouldn't anyone come?
She needed someone to come.
Someone to grab her hand, someone to smile at her.
Someone to wipe away the tears that were falling as thick and as fast as the rain.
Everything was so confusing.
Nothing was going right.
Where was he?
He wasn't coming.
She listened for his footsteps.
There were none.
He wasn't coming.
No.
No.
No.
He wasn't coming.