Karma.

It escapes me, what thoughts may've trailed aimlessly through my mind when I catch the remains of the passing sillohuette. The familiar back. The familiar height. The familiar scent of strong musk and cocoa. It turned around, once more. Not to smile, or wink or any of that bullshit we once knew. But I had lost it. My satchel dropped from my weak grip as I approached, carefully. Cautiously. I could feel the hem of my dress dancing with the breeze before, though that was now replaced by a cold brutal tugging of the vicious gusts of wind.

The scattered shadow gleamed for a second as I managed to catch the sight of those eyes- for the last time. He then turned- disappearing into the distance. What was going on? My legs followed, into a desperate chase. I could feel the moist bed of dewy grass, icy cold beneath my bare feet. 'NOOOO, COME BACKK!!' I begin, before I noticed, my momentum had been interrupted by a falling sensation.

I had tripped on the tail of my pale garments, unable to react in time before my face met the dampness and cold soil. A stinging sensation began abruptly but reaching up, the pain had travelled to my palm as well. Glancing down I stared at them. The faint lines which told stories. The finger which a ring belonged once upon a time. The tips which produced melodic tunes on instruments. And, the spaces between my fingers, where yours, once fit perfectly... The fresh blood and dirt had blurred it all. Once and for all.

Blankness crossed. I could not process it. Why? The harsh breeze did not help as it drove a stinging sensation through my hands. My face. And, my heart.

The figure was gone. The one thing which I thought I could depend on. He left me. In the cold. In the dirt. In the ugly past. Its okay. I deserved it.