The Volkswagon vehicle sped through the wind. Every turn of the wheels was a rise of his anxiety and each minute that passed ached inside him. He needed to get to her quick, there was no more holding back.
He needed tell her.
Sheets of pouring rain wiped the windows leaving little rivers of the sky's tears. Everything was washed in a wet blur. Nothing could stop him from getting to her- to telling her everything he had been holding inside for too long.
The first obstacle came sluggishly into his path. A white beaten trailer bumped over the road, sputtering cranky noises from the old and tired engine. It moved slowly through the storm as the world grew a little more darker.
He heaved a sigh, pushing his hair off his beading forehead. Little pops of sweat formed over his hairline and he brushed them away impatiently. Not wanting to wait another second, a polished shoes slammed down onto the accelerator. The car swerved dangerously around the trailer, briskly missing the side of its bumper.
With the wind pushing against the car, the trailer vanished amidst the curtains of water until he could finally slow down. The man took a small deep breath- catching it instantly though as a memory formed in his mind. The trailer sparked a thought he had been pushing down for a long time now. It was the memory of longing.
But it wasn't like a wanting feeling of a specific thing. It was her that he had longed for. The memory pounded his head and he gritted his teeth. He pushed farther and farther down the winding roads, water splashing up around the wheels.
The man kept pushing his rumbling Volkswagon until a wall of speeding black carts blocked his vision. And this was the second obstacle, threatening the memory of waiting.
Oh how he had waited for her. Waited for her to choose, to tell him what he prayed for. The man waited long years to see her smile once again, to hear her sweet, sing-song voice in his ear. And now he was found waiting once more.
Banging with much force he let out a scream- a blood-curdling scream that ripped through the sounds of the storm. Everything was growing a darker grey, close to an almost blackness. His voice carried out emotions of love, loss, envy, pain, and passion. Gripping the steering wheel he slammed against it, letting out a long honk at the train.
He was losing time. From his fingertips he could almost feel the minutes slipping through his fingers.
Eventually the train passed and the road was clear once again. Accelerating faster and faster, the man drove down towards a small chapel just ahead. His heart was a beating drum, aflame with nerves and anxiety. Worried thoughts passed through his lips, muttering words of discouragement. "I'm not going to make it… It's almost time, it's almost too late…"
Before the car stopped the distressed man stumbled out the door and up the stairs, taking three of them at a time to get to the wide wooden doors. Just behind those doors she would be. If he made it, if he told her, there would be no worrying. There would be no more longing or wishing. He could sleep peacefully at night with her by his side-
And as the heavy doors swung open there she stood before him. A dashing dream of a dress hung over her shoulders. His heart beat faster, the world growing darker and his vision fluttering. The people in the audiences before her stood aghast. And the pastor held his book open, stunned to see the unexpected guest.
The man stretched a smile at her and took a few steps forward… to stop and see her hands in another man's.
And that was when his storm overpowered him, it's black, swirling anxieties and demons overtaking his heart- until all was black.
