She departed.At the end of the ivory white corridor I saw her legs stride forward, swift and bold. I stared at her back, with her white gown clung to her shoulders, as she stalked swiftly, proud and confident, just to be enveloped by the patters of rain. The gown stuck to her skin, glistening in an eerie fashion, the patters of rain hurled down at her relentlessly.
She paused. I gazed at the colorless wall that divided us apart, watching her ceasing to walk, waiting for her to turn back, to give me a glimpse of her. Her heels slowly turned, her hands wandering aimlessly towards the sheer curtain of rain, hesitant about her decision to turn back, as if there was any ghouls to reach out, clamp down on her pallid shoulders and pull her back. She paused.
The last I saw was obscurity. A pallid face, hands flailing, legs stretching forward, the milky material clinching her waist as she ran into the caliginous gloom where I imagine only loneliness and torrents are company. I tried to make of what she left me of: A wistful smile, or was it just the minuscule muscle twitching? Her hands waving goodbye, or a pitiful attempt to shield herself in the pouring rain?
Her way of saying farewell.