"Moving on is pretty easy, it's what you leave behind that makes it so hard." In which everytime it rains, he is reminded of her. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ e "..why her?" She whispered, her eyes glossy. And he knew he didn't have to answer, because she already knew why. He smiled sadly, as the breeze ruffled his hair. "She was like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something" "-And she made me feel everything."