118. Grief and Guilt

Abigail's pov -

The rain lashes against the windshield as I speed through the desolate area, my vision blurred by tears. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the intensity of the storm outside. I can't escape the suffocating pain and grief that has consumed me.

Every twist of the road mirrors the turmoil within me, and I can't help but remember how I used to find solace in the rain, finding comfort in its gentle patter on the window. Now, it feels like a cruel reminder of the storm raging in my heart.

I slam on the brakes and the car screeches to a halt in front of a gnarled tree. I clench my fists and pound them on the steering wheel, the pain in my knuckles only amplifying the anguish in my soul.

"Why?" I scream into the emptiness of the car, hoping the storm will drown out my cries. But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above.

Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as