Compassion

It’d begun to rain, and the cool, heavy drops fell over me. Feeling like a balm over my skin and hiding how hard I was sobbing.

Thankfully, I could let the tears run and no one passing me was any wiser.

Cars jetted by now and again but a particularly loud one slowing down behind me, drew my attention.

I looked over my shoulder and saw an expensive looking silver car with sharp lines.

It growled as it veered over the passenger door was tossed open.

“Get in.” He ordered. Leaning over the console to talk to me.

“I’m soaking wet.” I gestured down my length. Objecting to ruining his fancy seats.

“I see that. I said get in.”

I was too exhausted to argue. Giving him a pensive look, I slid into the seat.

“Probably going to ruin it.” I muttered, working hard not to look at him.

“It’s leather. It’ll be fine.” He was staring through the rivulets of water rolling over the windshield. Casting shadows over his hard features.

He was wearing a leather button up with the sleeves rolled. Unbuttoned to