Standing in the rain

The light turns green, but I can’t move. Everyone is running, trying to hide from the rain but I can’t. It’s Wednesday, four pm and I’m standing in Martin Place soaking wet holding what has become my life in my hands.
The water is soaking into the files, the pages of legal wrangling and dirty deeds all preciously pieced together and fought for by me. For Him. The ink will be starting to run by now, I don’t care. I can’t believe it, after all this, Fuck him!

Five years I’ve waited, five years of false promises and hard sex on his desk. Five fucking years and now this, today of all days, some pretty little red head slut has taken the bait and he leaves me in the rain. I can see them, they don’t know I can see them, had I left as usual I would not be standing here in the rain watching them. I can see them sitting in the window drinking.

Drinking, while I have been sitting in that fucking meeting room defraying his mess and he’s been chasing his hands over some little slut right under my nose.

Well you prick, I will take you down and you won’t even know it. You will feel the pain, like you’re the one bent face down on that desk while they screw you for everything you’ve got. Fuck you will pay!
The rain keeps coming, the light turns red, just like her hair.