One more chance?

  She cried. She cried like a child lost in the crowd searching for her mother. Her hands were trembling. Her eyes were puffy, her face was all red and her messy hair clung onto her face. She had left him. Him? Him, you ask? Who is he? The man who loved her? The man she loved? The man? The sudden feeling of guilt swallowed her up. She looked up at the ceiling of the church. The weather was stormy. It was raining outside. The sound of the thunder was just an unnoticed sound for her. The lanterns were put up and lit with a tone of warm yellow. They were swaying in the wind aggressively. She held onto a bench with one hand and the other on her belly and stood up walking out. There were people outside holding onto their umbrellas and giving her looks. The pain was unbearable and she seemed not to care about anyone. She searched for him in the crowd hoping he would call her name. But will she answer? She wanted to see him, hold him, tell him that she loves him more than anything. Love? ...