The rain hadn't stopped all evening. It fell in heavy, relentless sheets, drumming against the windows and drowning the city in a symphony of chaos. Diane sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, watching as the droplets chased each other down the glass. It was mesmerizing, in a way how something so fleeting could cling desperately to the surface before disappearing into nothing.

She let out a shaky breath, her reflection barely visible in the dim light. Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, a small, insistent vibration that broke the quiet. Diane didn't have to look to know who it was.

(TheEx)His name had lit up her screen countless times over the past week, each time like a fresh wound being reopened. She reached for the phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. The urge to answer was almost unbearable.

But she didn't.

Instead,Diane turned her gaze back to the rain, letting the storm outside mirror the one inside her chest.