Each step whispers your name in the autumn rain.
Her long hair whipped around her face as the autumn rain pattered against the dark marble stones of the alley. She didn't notice, too lost in thought to care. Each step she took whispered his name, the one she had lost, the one she yearned for. If only she could turn back time, she would have fought harder to keep him by her side. But now all she had were the memories that haunted her every waking moment.