The car halted. Alec was pulled into reality. He slammed on the breaks in
desperation. In front of him was a large sign displaying the cheery words,
"Welcome to Seattle!" He had driven most of the way home in a daze. No, not
home. He had no home. Not anymore. But there was almost a magnetic force
yanking him, calling him, summoning him to Seattle. Confusion was an
understatement. His eyes settled on the keys in the ignition.
Lethargically, he twisted the golden piece.
The top of the convertible suddenly jerked backwards. It slowly, mechanically shifted back and down into hiding. Raindrops dripped on the car's new owner, creating a cold, wet halo on his head. The drip intensified, beating down randomly and curling into his golden hair. The water splashed against his face, washing and stripping away a layer of stress. They glided down from the heavens, swiftly hitting their targets. They swept away dirt, grit, grime, panic, hurt, punishment and feeling. Cascading down the curves and slipping into the concaves of the human face, they merged and blended with the salty tears spilling down from his unengaged hazel orbs. The mixture seeped into the lips of the man, letting him taste the natural concoction. The only reaction they received was a continual downpour. He tilted his head, allowing the beads to smack against his forehead and ooze into his eyes. His lids lifted, displaying the onslaught of H20. Several droplets stuck themselves in his long eyelashes, causing him to blink. As he stared up at the deep, blackening sky, he pleaded, "Help me."
And, ignoring the soaked clothes clinging to his back, he could have sworn he felt a small touch and the voice of an angel breathing a comforting, "Okay."
Okay was the farthest adjective from Original Cindy's mind as she looked on with horror at Max's paling face. Just returning from work, the sassy chick found her boo in the same position she left her in.
The petite brunette was leaning again the windowpane, staring off into oblivion. She was transfixed on a spot. It held her attention. So it seemed from the outside. Inside, nothing was registering. Her mind, her thoughts, her heart were all miles away. They had disappeared with out a trace. And so had he. Her spunky, energetic sprit was now a dim light, threatening to vanish. It had moved on. Everything about her had. Her whole self went where he went. She was just a step behind. Always a step behind. All that was left in the small apartment was the casing, the shed layer, the old home abandoned. Her body was an empty shell, no longer encasing the life of the occupant. Max has departed. So had Alec. And the journey home depended solely on him.
The top of the convertible suddenly jerked backwards. It slowly, mechanically shifted back and down into hiding. Raindrops dripped on the car's new owner, creating a cold, wet halo on his head. The drip intensified, beating down randomly and curling into his golden hair. The water splashed against his face, washing and stripping away a layer of stress. They glided down from the heavens, swiftly hitting their targets. They swept away dirt, grit, grime, panic, hurt, punishment and feeling. Cascading down the curves and slipping into the concaves of the human face, they merged and blended with the salty tears spilling down from his unengaged hazel orbs. The mixture seeped into the lips of the man, letting him taste the natural concoction. The only reaction they received was a continual downpour. He tilted his head, allowing the beads to smack against his forehead and ooze into his eyes. His lids lifted, displaying the onslaught of H20. Several droplets stuck themselves in his long eyelashes, causing him to blink. As he stared up at the deep, blackening sky, he pleaded, "Help me."
And, ignoring the soaked clothes clinging to his back, he could have sworn he felt a small touch and the voice of an angel breathing a comforting, "Okay."
Okay was the farthest adjective from Original Cindy's mind as she looked on with horror at Max's paling face. Just returning from work, the sassy chick found her boo in the same position she left her in.
The petite brunette was leaning again the windowpane, staring off into oblivion. She was transfixed on a spot. It held her attention. So it seemed from the outside. Inside, nothing was registering. Her mind, her thoughts, her heart were all miles away. They had disappeared with out a trace. And so had he. Her spunky, energetic sprit was now a dim light, threatening to vanish. It had moved on. Everything about her had. Her whole self went where he went. She was just a step behind. Always a step behind. All that was left in the small apartment was the casing, the shed layer, the old home abandoned. Her body was an empty shell, no longer encasing the life of the occupant. Max has departed. So had Alec. And the journey home depended solely on him.