Left to Die

Yet another tear falls down my cheek as I tuck my head behind my knees. The girl was so happy and here I am on the side of the road, practically left to die. I let out a breath and wipe my tear-stained face when an icy drop of rain crashes against my head. I glance at the roof above me then inch to my left.
My gaze falls on a man across the street whose wearing a dark, collared jacket. He stands stone still and his eyes are on me . . .