He could hear someone cry – a restrained, contained cry. The sound of people shouting, horns blaring were over bearing. But her restrained cry hounded him. Her cry was not one of helplessness or fear– it was that of regret. It was a cry that had a story behind it. The one of betrayal.
He walked along the alleys – dark and grey. He dint know where to go but her voice led him. He was scared but wanted to reach out to her. He walked for hours together – didn’t realize when those hours became days and those days became months.
Suddenly he reached light – bright and flashy. The light blinded him and pierced through his skin. He began to sweat – he had woken up from his dream. But the sound of her cry still hounded her – a restrained, contained cry.