Hayden

It's pouring rain. Hayden is leaning against his motorcycle at the gas station, waiting for some relief from the rain before getting back on the road. Smoke curled from the cigarette between his lips. Movement caught his eye and he looked up to see a woman in a wet wedding dress running towards the gas station, black make-up streaks running down her cheeks. She looked like a mess, her hair in complete disaray. He slowly straightened up, watching as she rushed into the shop.