Relief

The rain was coming down heavy now.  He could hear it beating on the tin roof of the cabin.  His home now.  He had escaped to his refuge.  He was finally free. 
It hadn't been easy escaping the trappings of life. It was hard to walk away from everything.  The instantaneous gratification of answering the telephone,  or turning on a lamp.  Driving across town to go eat somewhere.  Now,  he had to work for his food. He had to hunt to find meat, or fish.  There were no grocery markets around the corner.  Self sufficient. 
But it was much simpler.  Easier to forget the outside world . He had the opportunity to live a simple existence.  And he needed simplicity. 
He couldn't get over her,  he couldn't function in normal society.  All he could think about was her. Drawn to her like a moth to flames. And she wanted nothing to do with him.  Her actions were slight and sinuous. Completely entrancing. 
Even now,  when she was nowhere around,  she was disturbing him.  His desire was incendiary.  He wanted to burn the world to the ground.
Taking a deep breath,  he slowly exhaled listening to the rain fall.  This was why he ran away.  Why he left.  He loved her so much that it was destroying him.  So he ran,  isolation.  To the end of his days.  It was better this way.