It was raining heavily. Not really a thunderstorm, more like an unabated waterfall splashing through a sprinkler. The raindrops were big and heavy. There was a strange calm amidst the downpour.
It was in this downpour where Herman was sending Christine home in his car. The episode that happened earlier altogether seemed surreal. They were silent. Both knew in their hearts that they just did not know where to take it from here. She finally broke the silence.
"I think we should not carry this any further..." she said.
"But why? We are doing alright aren't we? It has only been hours" he asked.
"I don't feel right. I know you don't love me as much as you did her. I don't want to live in someone's shadow," she said.
"You and her and two different people. These are two different relationships. You cannot possibly compare!" he argued.
"I am trying to move on with you. Please, give us a chance?"
They sat in silence, the turbulence washed away with the pelting rain and the silent purring of the engine.
As they parted that day, both had mixed feelings.
He wanted to move on but he did not know if he still had hidden feelings from the past that even he did not know of.
She wanted it to happen but she did not know she could carry on her days under shadows and silent doubts.
Still they smiled and pledged to each other feeling optimistic.
The fingers of deceit stretches long indeed.
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