The sound of the rain helped to ease the silence in the car. He sat with his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes staring before him. She fiddled with a tissue in her hands and occasionally glanced at him with sad eyes.
“Am I not enough?” He asked her.
She did not answer him, but looked down at the torn pieces of tissue in her lap.
“I gotta go.” She opened the door and darted out of the car.
The door remained open as the wind blew the rain into the car and carried the tissue away.
“Am I not enough?” He asked her.
She did not answer him, but looked down at the torn pieces of tissue in her lap.
“I gotta go.” She opened the door and darted out of the car.
The door remained open as the wind blew the rain into the car and carried the tissue away.
