Please don't bite...

It had started to drizzle. The lamp poles cast a kaleidoscope of light dancing across the puddles in the road. The rain made him feel even more lost now, as if these shadowy events were invisible to the world. As if the night was cloaked in anonymity. This wasn't a peaceful rain - it was a sad one. A drizzle, which wept for the inevitable. He knew even if he somehow made it out alive, the cuts on his life had already been made, pooling the blood of consequence beneath his feet as the night dragged on. Whichever way he went, he'd have scars from this night. Scars and scabs and things which could not be spoken of. And that made him feel utterly hopeless.