aninstantoutoftime:

It was raining.
 
It wasn’t drizzling in the comforting, snuggly sort of way. It was pouring, as if heaven was letting down a torrent of heartbreaking tears.
 
In the midst of the sheets of rain, there she stood. She was under a dim, yellow lightpost. The light it shed was of no use, covered up by the darkness of the fast approaching evening. Her eyes were red from crying, but her tears were washed away by the sympathetic drops of rain.
 
She watched. By her feet were shattered glass. Numerous, of different shapes and sizes. They were beautiful to watch in the sunlight, but in this weather they were nothing but safety hazards. Her eyes weren’t on them though. They were set on the horizon, as if she were watching something drive away.
 
As if she was watching someone fade away.

Or it could be that she was waiting for someone to come back.

It was hard to be certain. It looked as if she herself weren’t sure of what she was there for.

She was torn between waiting or forcing herself forget.