I'm Sorry

A pattering sound came from somewhere in the distance beyond the window.

As Tarmin walked to the window to look outside, the pattering grew closer, then soon changed into a steady rush.

A fine rain was falling beneath the bright moonlight.

The grass in the front yard grew wet, glimmering in the moonlight.

Enya's voice came from behind him.

“Do you think Sigona will be all right?”

Tarmin had also been worrying that Sigona, who'd gone home first, might get caught in the winter rain.

If she'd walked briskly, she should have made it home by now without getting wet.

When Sigona left, he'd offered to walk her home, but she'd refused.

She'd left him with the words, ‘Don't even think about running away.’ before setting out into the night...