It was as though the seasons lost track of time, we hoped for a nice summer, yet May came and went with rain and snow, with the odd teasing of sun once or twice. Perhaps this pathetic fallacy was intentional for her, perhaps it gave her comfort – that something, or someone, also felt this pain as much as she did. Although, she tried to say she felt nothing – neutral, not warm or cold, sad or happy, just minimal reactions to further news. It couldn’t get much worse, she explained: either the end will come or not, until then – there is nothing.
He prayed for her.
He never considered himself much of a religious man, but he did have faith. As did she, despite not having worn a cross in years. Whilst his faith had potential to be misguided, his heart was always in the right place. He wanted the best for her; for her sorrows to be lifted. He prayed for her.
He did wonder, if his prayers reached someone. He wondered if they fell onto deaf ears as he never received a response – she, too, didn’t seem to change, her moods remained stable. He just wanted her to smile again. Perhaps his words became caught in the wind? Perhaps his words were lost in the music that the wind carried throughout the towns and cities. Distorted by the radio waves? Warped by the muffled sirens tearing the silence late at night?
He did also wonder… what if no one was listening?