Windows

Raindrops began to pour from the sky, as if God himself were crying. He started across the street to reach the shelter of a line of trees, but an old blue truck and a splash of cold water cut him off. Staring at the rear view mirror through the back window of the truck brought him back to the day he died.

All of his belongings had been thrown out in the rain on the front porch steps. He had told Maribeth he was leaving her. She was angry at first, angry enough to throw a plate at his head, but then her anger faded to no emotion at all. She stood in the doorway silently and watched the entire time he packed his drenched belongings into the bed of his blue truck. Once everything was packed, he stared up at her underneath the pouring drops of rain.

"Why?" This was all she could ask. He couldn't give her an answer. He couldn't even look her in the eye. To be honest, he really didn't know why. He just knew she'd be better off without him. It killed him inside, but he could never give this woman everything she deserved. He was broke. He had no job. He had nothing but her. He was nothing. He didn't deserve her, especially when she deserved the world.

As he climbed into his truck and backed out of the drive way, he took one last glance in the rearview mirror and through the back of his truck's window. All he could see were tears raining down his true love's face, a mirror of the pain that rained down his heart. Without a second glance, he drove that truck straight out of her life, his own life and his only happy life that could've been.