【иу¢тσρнιℓια ιι】(HIATUS)

Goodbye

Standing In the pouring rain drenched from top to bottom he screamed out his pain. It was just minutes ago when he last saw her. Last heard her voice but he still felt those words that made him into the mess he is now. It's ringing in his ears.

"William.." Her voice was hollow, she was like a shell.

"Zaia, where did you.." He wanted to ask where she went but she cut him off.

"I'm sorry. I need to go."

I need to go.

She said those words sternly. As if just begging for him to let go.
But William begged for her to stay.

"I'm going to find who did this. So..."

"Goodbye William."

Now here he is, on all fours.. In the middle of the street. The thunder crackles as if mocking him. As if it's laughing at his lost. Her name burned in the back of his head. Her goodbye stung and he just can't help but wish he was just dead.

"Come back...please.."