The Ultimatum
“Grow up.” He said. His final ultimatum.
It had been raining for days. Non-stop. Rain, rain, rain. Rain everywhere. He stood there under the dark grey sky. Thinking, fidgeting, analyzing. The possibilities but the consequences. The unimaginable amount of regret, take backs, and lies all to maintain something that wanted anything but. He stood there. Speechless. Then as if it was nothing he walked away. He ignored the problem. The feeling. He wanted anything to say it. The words. The happiness. Yet, he was stuck.
“Grow up.” He said; and to himself, his final ultimatum.
