Devoid Of Meaning

As she walked down the street the rain started pouring down. She didn't care. She felt like she deserved getting drenched and cold. Why shouldn't she? If someone close to her, for no reason at all, had to be put so much misery, shouldn't she be punished too somehow? Who the hell decided who got all the luck and who got struck by the bad luck? Some people said it was about how you tackled the problems that presented themselves in your life. But this was more than a problem. This was utterly and completely unfair. It made no sense whatsoever. She was so angry. The rain had reached under her jacket and she felt her tshirt getting wet too. It didn't matter. She needed to feel cold. She kept walking for hours and hours. She tried to empty her mind and soul of the hurt that came with the meaningless sorrow that had been afflicted on somebody she loved. She used to always believe in fate, but there had never been a thing more devoid of meaning than what was inevitably going to happen now.