119. Tears in the Storm

Michael's pov -

The drizzling rain continues to fall, creating a melancholic atmosphere that matches the heavy hearts of Michael and Abigail. We stand under the tree, the storm lessening but occasionally punctuated by distant rumbles of thunder, as if the weather itself reflects the tumultuous emotions between us.

I reach out tentatively to touch Abigail's shoulder, my hand trembling with uncertainty. "A-Ab-Abby," I stammer, desperately searching for the right words to express the remorse and guilt that consume me.

Abigail shrugs off my touch, her demeanor cold and distant. "Please, let's go home," I plead, hoping that returning to familiar surroundings might offer some semblance of solace amidst the chaos of emotions.

"How can I?" Her voice drips with bitterness, and the weight of her pain feels almost tangible. "That is your home as well," I say, my guilt preventing me from saying anything more.

"You are the reason I am an orphan. For your carelessness, I lost my parents, damn it. An