As I glance out of the window, all I see is a reflection of my heart. The rain that never stops pouring, drawing my heart. Memories flashed by, like cars passing by. Somewhere in my heart, it ached so dully, that I felt alive again. As I grasp my heart, the rain that was pouring down grew heavier, and when I looked up, I heard a whisper, wishing that I was never here.