Shadows of a memory

The rain fell softly of the window. Little patters of noise. The kind of sound that makes one glad to be inside and dry.
The heater rumbled it's chattering noise, the orange glow of heat radiating out and filling the room. The sound was comforting, being warm was desirable.
The weather was cold and nasty, a rain that never seemed to end. He knew he couldn't stay hidden here forever, but that day seemed a long time away at the moment.
The bed was warm and comfortable. He pulled the covers up tight, enjoying the softness he experienced. It was a losing battie.
He tried to forget. Pretending she wasn't real, that it had all been some fantasy of his imagination. He knew the lie for what it was. Even the thought rang hollow.
He knew he had experienced more than most men. Loved and lost two fantastic women, made a fortune only to see it vanish, and he had once been a father.
Memories were all that was left for him. He had chosen his path long ago. There  never was another that could have replaced her, so he never bothered to look, just accepted the life given.
Remorse has set in, he wished the rain would wash away his memories. Wash it all away.
The rain fell softly and with it came the memories.