It was raining.

I opened the umbrella.

I looked at the sky.

My eyes filled with tears, almost indistinguishable from the raindrops that had fallen on me earlier.

I cried more and more.

I saw it.

I ran to him no matter what he thought of me anymore.

I didn’t care.

I wanted him.

He looked at me somewhat incredulous at the unexpected situation.

We were him and I, under the rain, under the clouds.

I sniffled, crying more and more intensely.

I approached.

He smiled at me, a sad smile.

I saw a tear slide down her cheek.

I kissed him.

I close the book.

Why don’t stories end like this in real life? -I asked myself.


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