They had been waiting for hours, waiting for the rain to stop. The hotel room felt damp and miserable, outside it was no better. The unpaved streets of the little town had turned into a swamp of mud, big puddles speckled the empty street corners.
There was nothing more to say. All had already been shouted in the air during the long days and nights of their pitiful visit, their sad attempt to remake their relationship by taking a vacation. They felt empty inside, fatigue and bored. There was no more need for hatred and even bitterness felt a waste of strength.
The need to make the other understand had lost its meaning. The desperate urge to justify the decisions they had been making, seemed now pathetic and ludicrous.
They just wanted the rain to stop. They fantasized about leaving the hotel room, stepping outside, going separate ways, never looking back.
If it only would get brighter.
The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is bright