Short Story - Makapu’u Lookout

The rain drizzled down on the windshield of the auto store as small form that steadily grew until it slid down the nut or until it conjoined to another(prenominal) bead, and in the end, appease dripped down the windshield, clearing more beads along the way. The locomote drop left a scuff of itself as it reduce down the glass akin a tear. It re brainpowered Brian of his own snap and he quickly whipped them despatch his cheeks. He had been sitting in his car for nearly an hour now staring break through the windshield blankly. wherefore? He asked himself. Was it me? It had to have been me. Im just not honorable enough. I never was. The storage was burned in his mind as if with a sweltry iron but he wished it were the hot metal rather. It would shock less. Why? He asked himself again. Why would she do that? And with him? I gave her everything. I tried so hard. I just wasnt right(a) enough.\nThe drive to Makapuu trail had been the longest Brian had ever made. A coup le times he swerved over the line into the onslaught lane as he ran from his house in Kailua where he found them. He had heady that day to leave on time from the tallyice to deal home early instead of working overtime as he usually did. He regretted that mistake as briefly as he unbolted the door to his house. He perceive them before he redden saw them. But in that respect they were, Kira looked over her bare berm and it took her a second to accomplish it was Brian in the door way. The homosexual she straddled sat up off the couch and let reveal a muttered, Oh shit as both he and Kira began to gather up their clothes. Brians holding got foggy after that. He barely remembers the fight that ensued or the drive along kalanianaole that got him to the beacon trail. His heart hurt more than the bruises on his knuckles but he still snarl the dull pain as he grasped the handle of the car door and stepped out into the pose lot.\nThe rain had subsided and cool engaging air m ixed with the liveliness of the damp island blew across his face. He walked...