Random Short Stories

The Pouring Rain

I stood outside with the rain pouring down on me. I was too busy looking at her house to care though. It looked so lonely, it always did. All the lights were off, and I stood there waiting for one of them to turn on. I knew they wouldn't, but a part of me wished they would. There was no one to turn them on, there hadn't been for a while. "I'm sorry," I whispered to the abandoned house as I walked away. What happened was my fault, and I knew it. I never regretted anything so much in my life.