Rain.
Rain was something we both loved. I wonder if you still think of me when it rains, because I know that I still do.
It rained that day. It was pouring. But you didn't smile, and you didn't laugh. You didn't take me out to get hot tea and cheap warm snacks.
You were indifferent to it all. I wish you'd screamed, or yelled or something to show that you weren't emotionless. Something to show you were still there, something to show that you still cared.
But even I knew that that was too much to ask for. Because I'd realised that you were done. Done with us, forever and ever. Done with it all.
It doesn't rain that often now. But regardless, I still catch myself thinking of you.
And I wonder if you think of me too.
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7 Letters
Short Story"7 letters, in which I write everything I've longed to say to you."
