Gray puffs feathered and pushed in a dark wall across the stormy sky. A crack of thunder that seemed to echo, boomed past her ears. If she had known, she would have stayed back home instead of the surprise visit. The scent of earthy soil seeped through Becky's nose as she trudged along the quiet crosswalk with trembling limbs and shuffling footsteps as she made her way home. The cool breeze blew her brown hair across her eyes, and she tucked them back. Distance voices chattered as the howling sound of cold air shushed. Her skin stung with cold, her pants cuffs fluttering against her ankles, and her flared blouse flapping and ruffling against her body. There was tightness in her chest and limbs, and as she dragged her feet down the road in hunched shoulders and bent back, a dull aching pain crept through her throat. She was trying hard not to cry. She forced her eyes to a squint to keep them from drying out, then the tears began. Her vision blurred and the world around her began to s

Becky was not the type of lady to be clumsy, but the night earlier, she'd cried herself to sleep thinking about him. She remembered the same day last year; 22nd of June—two days after her birthday. How they'd broken into a fight, and later made up with a steamy passionate sex. They were in Paris—her first and only time ever visiting the city of love."Taxi!" She yelled out as soon as she darted along the main road of L.A, waving her hands to slow down cars but neither of them seemed to have seen her. "Taxi!" With a croaky voice, she yelled again.A gush of hot wind seeped down her nostrils; it reeked of motor oil and car exhaust. "Why aren't they stopping?" Out of a tinge of frustration, she muttered, "Tax--" A cab finally stopped at her wave, and she jumped in, directing the description of her workplace. ****Logan hated one thing the most when it came to work. Tardiness. He'd been up in his office twenty minutes before the working hour at seven. There was a wedding ceremony of a