Decisions

The rain was pouring down. Not the kind of rain one really wanted to go out in. It probably resembled a monsoon, but in these parts it was called a "heavy thunderstorm". No one wanted to be out in this sort of weather, yet there he was - standing in the deluge with no rain gear. He had been soaked to the bone long ago, yet he stood in it still.
The reason for this impromptu bath lay behind the door he stood in front of. The door he had been standing in front of for far too long. His hand was stretched out, but frozen between knocking and simply opening the door. He was torn, and couldn't make up his mind. So many possibilities lay before him, no matter which choice he made, the repercussions were many; none of which he felt he would be able to digest.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the motel sign at the entrance to the parking lot. Not a place he would have readily sought out, but at this point, he didn't feel as if he really had a choice. Looking at the window, he could just see into the room, the curtains being slightly parted. The reason he hesitated on knocking, entering the building, anything lay on the bed, curled into a ball. She was crying again. His decisions had hurt her. Again. He only wanted happiness, he only wanted to be loved. She gave him all that, but at what cost?
That is what froze him, the consequences. Repercussions.
She moved, sitting up. He could see the tears on her face. He could see her wrestling with the decision he knew she would have to make once she saw him. It had been building for years, reaching a sort of climax. Decisions. Life was so full of decisions. What would she do, what would she say? What was he going to do?
As if to prod him into motion, the rain came down even harder. He really hadn't thought that was possible. Yet, the sting of the rain belayed his per-conceived belief. He had a choice to make, yet couldn't make himself move. He ran through all the scenarios in his mind, there simply was no happy ending. No matter what he did, someone was going to be hurt. He was tired of hurting people. So tired. She stood and moved to the bathroom, at least that's what he assumed as he could no longer see her.
He looked up to see his hand floating in mid air. Halfway posed to knocking, halfway posed to fall back down to his side. He didn't remember raising his arm, his body wasn't fully under his control anymore it seemed. What to do? what to do? Knock and face the pain? So tired.

Lightning flashed again. She had cried more than she had ever thought was possible. She felt dry inside from all the tears. She stood and walked to the bathroom to wash her face. Why hadn't he come? Didn't he still love her? All these years, through all the struggle, he had always been by her side. Yet, where was he? She had taken such a big risk coming here. She was ready to throw the past away and leave with him. Her packed bags sat just inside the door were a testament to her resolve. But he was late. Really late. Beyond even what she anticipated with the storm. Where was he?
She turned to look at the door, lightning flashed again, briefly illuminating the parking lot outside. She saw the shape of a man outside the window. He was here! She smiled quickly, rushing to the door relieved, he had come after all. Breathlessly she threw open to door to nothing but rain. There was no one there, he hadn't come. Devastated, she slumped to the floor, being soaked by the downpour coming through the now open door. He wasn't there. She was alone. He wasn't coming.
Impossibly, the tears started flowing again. He had walked away. The thing she never thought he would do, the thing she never wanted. Alone. He was gone. Her only choice was back to the life she was trying to leave. Back to a normality she never wanted. She felt empty inside, dead.