Thunderstorm.

The rain was pouring hard. A clap of thunder. A fork of lightning. Her pounding heart. The memory was still fresh inside her head. Vivid, painfully resonates deep and wrecked emotions down the very hole in her stomach; inside the deep chambers of her heart.

No words were said. No glances were exchanged. Yet his actual presence was enough to make her numb. Names were given but response didn't come. And the next moment she knew, he was out of sight. Walked away. Like nothing happened. His world continued like what it was before the thing happened. And yet her world was in a frantic frenzy after that.

She stared blankly, on the white walls of the hall, the people's faces unnoticed. The sounds were heavy like she was underwater. And it felt like her whole body was suddenly paralyzed and the only muscle that moves was her pounding heart; with each beat, she can feel the raindrops were slashing it and with every strike it shattered into million pieces.

"Why" was the question she wanted to ask him. But even the word won't come out. She was closed to crying. No, she already was. With heaving breaths, she hoped that the rain would disguise the tears. Hoped that the thunder would drown the sounds she didn't want to hear. Hoped that the lightning strike what was left of her old, bohemian soul.