The sky was a pale, milky grey above the bare and bleak trees, as they clung to their very last autumn leaves that fluttered in the icy wind.
Amongst those trees was the house.
Tall and empty, it's shattered windows looked out onto the world like a pair of dull eyes. Susan stood alone. As she looked up at the house from the end of the muddy gravel path that rolled out before her, a shiver flew through her body.
She wanted him to be inside there, needed him almost. The cold of the dawn and the crushing loneliness were slowly getting too much for her. Yet Susan was afraid. As much as she wanted to run inside the house, as much as she wanted to find him, the thought of his dark and hollow eyes made her heart stutter with anxiety. It started to rain.
Her weathered brown boots scraped at the floor indecisively as Susan contemplated her current situation. She looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, and at the address written on it in smudgy black ink. The paper wilted in her palm and she watched as black tears poured down the paper's face whilst it drowned in thick raindrops.
He said that this was where he lived. But the house before her hadn't been lived in for years. The rain picked up.