Silently Drawn

January 13th

January 13th, 1990

It was winter in California,
He couldn't remember the last time it had snowed here in Berkeley.
Standing next to him was a pretty woman, dressed in black, with dark dreads that laid down to her back.
She had no idea who the girl was, It was for the best.
She reached out and held a cold hand from which she would be torn from.
She remembered when it was warm.
The man blinked tears as his own cold hands wiped them away.

The hand belonged to a man, a man who thought all this time he was unworthy of love from either.
Yet he stood, unmoving and unspeaking, just listening.
He stayed still with his eyes closed in a state where he almost looked peaceful.

"Adrienne," The mans voice echoed in the girl named Adrienne's head.

He cried at the memories as her soft dreads swept across his shoulder as she kissed him.
She thought this was it. She waited anyway.
She waited too.

"I'm alright, look at me I'm fine." The man murmured again.

She choked, holding in the tears made her eyes burn. She couldn't look at him.

"God dammit!" She wanted him to talk. But he wouldn't. She knew he couldn't. It was obvious, wasn't it?
An ironic smile spread across her lips, salty from the tears that ran down it.
The man still didn't speak.

The snowflakes fell on her, melting on her body as her life since seemed to be melting into the ground.

"Ma'am." A rude man cleared his throat, glaring at the green eyed boy with sad eyes.
"Your boyfriend's hand is on it, he needs to let go..."

"Billie, I'm sorry, I should have known."

She held onto him, until she let go.

As they lowered Haushinka's casket into the snow.