The rain came suddenly, as if the sky itself couldn't bear the weight anymore. They didnt run for cover; they just stood there, letting it soak through their clothes, their skin, their very bones, the sound of the downpour swallowing everything else.
In their hand was the letter. The ink smudged, but it didnt matter they already knew every word. It wasnt the kind of goodbye they expected. No anger, no bitterness, just an empty finality. "I loved you once, but i cant keep breaking myself to hold us together," it said.
They whispered the words aloud, tasting their sharp edges. Somewhere deep inside, they knew it wasn't surprise. The silence between them had grown louder than their laughter, the distance more solid than the love they once clung to.
The rain turned colder, and they shivered. They should've gone inside, but the thought of being alone in that quiet apartment was unbearable. Here, at least, the rain felt alive, even they didnt.
And just like that, everything changed. Not with a bang, but with the soft, steady sound of rain washing something away hope, maybe, or the last remnants of a life that was no longer theirs.