Why?

The pounding rain echoed his question, "why?” Why did she leave, taking all of the laughter and warmth with her? A vacuum of loneliness was left. Why did the flowers on the table still bloom, showing that beauty still existed in such a dark space?

He pressed his forehead against the window, watching his teardrops merge with raindrops.

A bird landed on the windowsill, feathers ruffled, seeking shelter. He opened the window, and in that shared moment of vulnerability, found an answer-"To make space for new beginnings."