The rain was coming down heavy, the over sized rain drops exploded on impact and spit onto the ground from the windshield of his car. He didn't even have the wipers on yet, he just sat there looking through the sun roof at the sky with cigar pinched between his lips he envisioned a starry night contrary to the black storm clouds over head.
A flash of light awoke him from his daze causing him to sit up promptly from the fright, sighing and allowing smoke to escaped his mouth he placed his hand upon the key but paused for a moment before turning it. Taking one last look at the alluring fall sky, he would of made a comment on how the falling drops could match his tears but he was never a poetic nor romantic type of individual and thus he left his thoughts behind started up the car and headed home.
It was 2 am, not many cars were on the road at this hour, and you know what? that's how he liked it. people mean questions and questions need answers, unfortunately answers require you search yourself for them and the less he thought about himself the more sleep he could get at night, Not that he slept anyway. He was nearing her house, sure enough she was in the window, that moon white face seemed to glow even with the absent of the stars.
Was she really there he asked himself while as pulling into a near by drive way, luckily this area was full of apartment buildings where one could stop without drawing to much attention. She seemed more a ghost to him then a person, But she may as well of been seeing as how he could never get the guts to talk to her, I mean how could he, what would he say? dawning on this ghost thought for to long he began to wonder... maybe she was a ghost.
He heard about it a few days ago, A bad crash around this time, on this road. No survivors reported. Maybe that was her, that's why her face never changed, No matter how long he stared at her, the milky white face with big brown eyes small lips all outlined by messy red hair never changed... she didn't look sad, no not sad, more like she was waiting. He had read somewhere that if some one did something awful in life they would be forced to live it over and over. Maybe thats why she was always in the window, thats why her face never changed. it would be hell.
"Nah, that cant be it" he said to himself but the thought never left, "What if"... he said out loud "What if it was worst then that" Letting his head fall back on the chair he was dragged into a deep contemplation. What if hell is to relive your last moments, the very last but instead of doing what you did you did what you should of done, only to have it all happen over again with no memory of it.
"CLAP" went the thunder and he was up again, no, he cant let that happen to her he had to make sure she was alright. it was a good thing he knew a guy that lived a door down from her, otherwise he'd never find her apartment, running to her door he began to knock on it,
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" came the slamming out the door, and when it was open she stood there, looking out at nothing, this was the third time this week...
...The rain was coming down heavy, the over sized rain drops exploded on impact and spit onto the ground from the windshield of his car. He didn't even have the wipers on yet, he just sat there looking through the sun roof at the sky with cigar pinched between his lips he envisioned a starry night contrary to the black storm clouds over head.