You take off down the pathway. It seems like there is a never ending throng of people headed down this path, each slightly rushing as the rain continues to beat down. You hear the echo of thunder around you, and lightning starts flashing in the horizon. With each thunderclap, a concerned mother or uncertain toddler makes a sound of concern.
As you get closer to the edge of the park, the crowd is too thick to get through easily, you extend your arm and start gently pushing people out of the way, occasionally saying "Excuse me" or "Pardon me" or "Coming through!"
The love of your life is escaping. You see her turn onto the sidewalk outside of the park's fences, and she's now picked up the pace and is in a fast stride. Your shoves become more forceful with each person you pass.
The colors of their shirts blur past you, and you feel more and more resistance to each of your pushes. Now the people are calling back to you, "Hey!" , or "Watch it!". By the time you get to the end of the path you notice that you have knocked down a half dozen people into the muddy flowerbeds beside the walking path. There are many angry faces staring back at you, mouthing their own insults towards you.
You continue running , turning left when you exit the parks wrought iron gates. She crosses a busy intersection just as the light turns read, and is now heading down Forsythia street. You look to your right - there's a never ending stream of cars coming from the park, and the crosswalk is a long way down the road. You can either continue down the sidewalk or cross here.
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