Echoes of the Past

He sits alone tonight and waits. His love has yet to call back, but she will, she always does.

“I love you forever and always.”

The words swept away in the chilling wind and beyond the few scattered trees. He sits there…waiting…watching…wishing.

Six hours pass. He hasn’t moved. The stone bench is cold. His body is numb, the tears that had streamed endlessly now dry. No call. No word from his love. Nothing.

Flashing sirens arrive at the scene of an accident. The say it’s a possible drunk driver, but no alcohol present. No explanation. Nothing.

Hours before, a fight has just ended. He remembers little. He rarely does anymore, just bits and pieces. A scream. Her scream echoes through his mind. It registers. It pulses in his veins like lethal venom. He feels his senses dulling, his body slumping, his eyes closing. He sees nothing.

It’s like a coma. He dreams. She is running away from him. There is fear in her eyes. He has changed so much. She loved someone else, not the creature he had become. The disease had overtaken him. He struck her.

Again.

And again.

She ran away. The sedan sped quickly, intoxicated on her tears. She hits the curb and flips. It crashes violently. The metal frame snaps out of place. Blood trickles, her life exiting the pierced cavity. Black. Darkness.

No call from his love. He will wait, as long as he must. He lays down, and closes his dull brown eyes. Nothing.