The same road

The street was red and yellow , as if the sun was boasting it's presence while it still had a chance . The narrow corners of the lane had not allowed the water to escape 

allowing the  viewer the privilege to experience glistening red layers of water , just like a sunset . Though the earth around was beautiful it was no denying that the 

scenery was also being reflected above , in the sky . The dark clouds were gathered around the sun . A mirage , he thought . before you know , you would be soaked from 

head to toe and all the earthly beauty you are admiring below will get lost in water and mud . The very thought of it put him in a hurry . The church wasn't far away now 

. The streets entangled themselves and were as thin as a old woman's neck , this was enough to change a believer's mind about meeting his creator and laze back at back

home for that day . But nothing was stopping him , it could be argued that he wasn't visiting church for usual business people do for but rather to meet someone more dearer

to him than god himself . 

The rain was only able to touch his hair and shoulders as the church came into view not long before he started sprinting . He entered it . He never payed his first glance

to Christ but rather  started scanning the the chairs all around from right to left . There she sat , it wasn't hard for him to spot her , he had grown accustomed to her

looks both awake and in sleep . He wasn't hesitant  to reach for her just like the first and the second time they met . He walked towards her and sat down besides her .

 " Made it out in time , eh ? "

 " yeah I too came here just now . " She replied with every  bit sarcasm she could throw at him . 

 He laughed . " How much late I was ? " He asked her through his laugh . 

 " You are late by twenty minutes , John . " She scolded him .

 " Sorry , but you can't help yourself with the streets . " He reminded . 

She didn't reply , not that she couldn't but she didn't want to as it would lead to waste of precious time she had with him , and she didn't want that .

They came out of the church . The rain had stopped , leaving a smell of soaked earth that no other could match . The sun shone again , redder . She turned to her .

 " I want to tell you something , John . " 

 " What is it , Isla ? "

 " I am going away . " The words barely came out of her mouths with a  cry . 

 " What do you mean . " He asked her , more serious now . 

 " I am moving away to Rome . " The words slipped from her without a pause .

The walk home was similar , the rain was forming  up again . All he could think was that the sky wanted to cry for him . The road back to his home was starting to disappear from

bricks and cement to stones and dust . He was about to reach for the main gate when it came to him , every Sunday it had become a routine for him . They surely met outside of the 

church too but it still felt special for both of them , being it was the very first place they met each other . John never was an atheist , nor was he a hard core believer of god .

The times he called out to him were like when he was trying to approach Isla . But she made him believe in him , through force or through love it was , he never knew . 

He opened the gate . 

 " John . " A voice came from the left of him . 

He turned around . It was her landlord ,  Mrs Ainsley . 

 " Is every thing okay ? You don't seem right . " She continued .

 " Nothing , Mrs Ainsley . " He replied  , avoiding her . 

 " Just call out for me if you need anything . " Mrs Ainsley spoke from behind as he climbed up to the stares . 

 " Will do . "