When the last drop of rain seemed to soak into the flowers as Greg slowly rose, Greg was gasping struggling to breathe, his eyes were stinging like a thousand bees stung him all at once there was no hope in his mind, he turned away slowly walking back to his car with his knees about to give in, the sadness he was feeling not helping, he got in, turned the key, but he couldn't drive off yet, his mind had brought him back to the events just a week earlier.
