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.
LUCRECIA PIMIENTA