Scared to Get Close

Alone she stood at the edge of the lake watching the wind whip up whitecaps across the dark surface. The sun was going down, the storm could be seen brewing over the lake and the wind was howling in glee at the coming deluge. 
Lightning cracked, thunder boomed but she did not move. Her gaze was pinned on a distant place, out past the churning water, past the smell of ozone and past the dark clouds that brought the rain. 
Her gaze was unfocused and all she could see was his back as he walked away from her. All she could hear was the silence of him. 
All she could taste were her tears that never seemed to stop streaming down her face. 

Another earth shattering boom of thunder brought her to the real world and out of her memories to look up at the storm as it rushed towards her. 
Without a thought she brought her camera up, it had been forgotten hanging in her hand, and began to snap pictures of the rage as it swept down upon her. 
When the first raindrop spattered against her face she turned and ran towards her car. Worried about her camera more than the lightning that seemed to chase her, she slipped the camera under her shirt and ran faster. The rain began to pelt down against her, cold and wet. She slipped into the car without a moment to spare as the sky unleashed its fury. Sheets of rain, almost blacking out the world, fell down upon the car. 
Gasping she set the camera down on the seat next to her and realized that not all the wetness on her face was the rain. Tears of loss and sorrow mingled with the summer water that fell from the sky. 

She was alone. 
Truly alone and she did not understand why.

She had pondered this dilemma in the past but she thought with her openness and honesty that she would avoid hurting neither anyone nor herself. 
She had though; she had run people off with her strange ways. People she loved more than anything in the world. Alienated her friends, for they could not quite understand her, nor could they soothe her pain. Out of frustration they all had left her, one by one. 
A sob wrenched from her throat, as guttural as the thunder outside the car and she sat there in the rage of the storm and sobbed for her losses while the skies cried their own tears.