A slow walk through a sad rain

HHe walked on, the sleet and rain falling into his soul. She had gone. Beautiful, kind, clever - everything that might have held him utterly. When he told her, she cried silently and his heart broke.  So he walked. Wished he loved her. But he just didn't.


Another 50 word story.

The title comes from a line in Johnny Cash's 'Drive On'
The story is based on something that once happened to me, elided with someone else's experience. I won't say whether I walked.