This was the flood I feared so much. The road submerging beneath the muddy red water, red like blood. The sky overcast, and high above, half-obscured by clouds, a dragon flying. Myth. Fear. Reality. It was all here. I stood alone and looked at the road crumbling into the flood.
Where would I go now, without him? He was the reason I looked forward to each day. The reason to believe there was something better. The only thing that made it possible for me to bear the sun. My reason to smile. Now, with this ironic card I had been dealt by fate, I found myself forced to give up that hope. To walk away. So I found myself here. Trapped by the flood.
I didn't turn around and look back. If I did, what would I find there? An empty hole? Nothing? A gray screen void of life? Perhaps much like the empty spaces I saw in my migraine visions. The world wavers and cracks like glass. Faces disappear. Heads pop off. If I turned back, he wouldn't be there. Somehow, I knew that now was the time to go. It had to be this way. And yet, there I was. Unable to go any farther.
Something grabbed my shoulder, and I turned, gasping. He laughed. "You were lost in thought, weren't you?"
His eyes were shining, and he looked so handsome. My heart beat madly, and relief washed over me at once. Still, I was aware of this overwhelming urge to leave. But where would I go? What sun could shine brighter than his?
He turned to leave me sitting there, staring after him, and I was all too conscious of the rising waters and a far-off rumble that might have been thunder or dragon's wings.