The thoughts of her lips, eyes, hands; they were racing through his mind faster than he could retain them. His hands gripped the steering wheel, holding back an energy that felt like it was about to explode through his chest. Sometimes tears aren't enough.
The door slowly opened, one foot after another stepped out, a silent storm brewing. A quick image shot through his mind, powerful enough to drop his body to his knees. And then came a scream that no word, sentence, or emotion could ever capture. Memories being thrown into the sky making it heavy and full, slowly building to the point it collapses. The sky is crying tonight.
