Mark walked until his feet started to hurt. He"d made his way around the town three times without taking in any of the shadowy scenery. The summer night"s heat was finally relenting, and droplets of rain were threatening to fall. He was tired, but the walk had helped clear his head. He was getting too consumed in the past and his obsession with Rachel. What happened had happened. It was time to move forward.
He thought about his future and what he could achieve if he pushed himself. Ambition had always eluded him before, but now he could focus; he could be something in this world. And he would.
When the rain broke he savoured it, enjoying the water cooling his body. He made his way slowly back to the inn, contemplating a drink at the bar. When was the last time he"d done that? He couldn"
