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Monsoon

*warning: mention of suicide*

Why did I even bother holding the umbrella? The supposedly water resistant material was saturated, and any attempt to stay dry was futile. If only I hadn't been so stupid! I wouldn't be in this mess - not that it mattered anymore, though. Some part of me had already given up, the other didn't care.
I cursed like a sailor, firstly at the universe, for dealing me a worthless hand. Secondly, I cursed at myself: liar, cheat, thief, all names I had been called, each one the truth.

Eventually, I composed myself, previous lamentations lost forever in the monsoon raging around me. So many words spoken; not a single one heard.
Maybe the trees could hear? How many centuries of woe and heartbreak have they witnessed? They are witnesses after all, eternally silent.

Ashen farmland and darkened moors could be seen for miles where I sat, with only an old wooden hut to vaguely divide the landscape. Hours had passed - or maybe minutes, I couldn't tell. Icy droplets continued to fall from the granite sky with a sense of permanence, and each drop resembled tears I had caused.
I had long abandoned the umbrella, rain freely cascading down my face, tangling my hair, erasing what I had done and what I had become.

Shattered ceramic showered around me on the floor.
" I don't regret it, Jack!" Anger seethed through me.
"I don't regret it one bit, and you know why?" Each word I spat out was laced with a vicious truth, unapologetic. Jack was cracked, and I would break him. No one likes a half finished job.
"I never loved you."
"Get out of my sight, Ella." He whispered. He only did that when he was angry. My work here was done.

Why had I said any of it? Only one thought managed to break the tranquility of my mind through the storm.
The eye of a hurricane. My thoughts were quiet, eerily calm. Was what I said true? I stared down blankly at the pave stones, my reflection gazing back. I didn't even know who I was anymore.

Clattering echoed through the tracks, once again shaking me from my imperturbable state. Everything felt like it was years away; my screams, Jack's face, all distant memories. All a part of someone who didn't exist any more. It's funny really, how time changes a person? I wonder if someone will find my luggage? Or if I'll ever truly find peace? And I wonder if there'll be any pieces of me left for someone to pick up. I'd like to think so. It'd be nice to leave something.

I heard the unmistakable sound of a freight train.
There was a brief moment of pain as everything inside me shattered.
Then silence. 

I welcome Death. I feel like we've met before.