365 Ficlets - Day #287 ~ "Tracks of My Tears"

He was stood by the floor to ceiling window in the living room of their suite, staring out at the nighttime cityscape. The rain was caming down with a monsoon intensity and the window reminded her of the way in which streams of rainwater criss cross the rear window of a car.

She stood in the darkened doorway watching him, trying to understand what was on his mind, trying to understand why he had not slept since they had been in Tokyo. Part of her wanted to reach out to him, to put her arms around him and let him know she was beside him, but she listened to the quieter voice that both counselled restraint and was a little hurt that he did not turn to her.

“Are you going to stay over there just looking at me, Sara?”

She was jolted out of her thoughts, surprised that he knew she was there. She stepped out of the shadows, and shrugged;

“I don’t know. I didn’t know if you even wanted me to know you were out here.”

He turned towards her and she could see the tears running down his cheeks like the rain on the window.