Till death do us part.

I walked on along a broken, concrete sidewalk with my head down, shielding my face from the rain that persisted to pour from the dark, clouded sky. Even when I did look up it was hard to see much through the fog that winter had brought. It’s felt like this ever since she left me. Every day has been a drag. I’ve had no true purpose; I didn’t know what to do, I was so sure that we would be together for the rest of our lives.
Then out of the fog a saw an electronically lit sign for an old pub ‘The Masonry’, a few of the letters had their plastic casing off exposing the wires inside. That sign said a lot about this town; once everything was perfect, but now it had fallen, everything cracked and rotting.
Outside the pub, in a small huddle, were a group of subdued middle aged men sucking the life out of meaningless cigarettes that had become their only company as time went on. As I passed they didn’t even so much as look up. They were now engrossed in another round of drinks that was now being served to notice anything else. Not that I was of much importance to them, I couldn’t help them even if I wanted to but I did always feel a twang of guilt when I passed groups like this. They looked like they would do anything to swap places with someone like me. Not that I’m saying that I have ever had much money, I had enough but what I had that they didn’t have was love. And even though I couldn’t help them, there was one person I could help and she was the reason I was making this journey through abandoned car parks, passed derelict buildings on a particular Tuesday evening in the middle of December. My story starts in a dingy, low lit stair well leading up to a block of council owned flats.