Rain softly pours from the dark grey clouds. I suppose it seems sort of thematic. Even the weather's being dramatic. I wipe my tears again. This is insane. Just, about almost an hour ago, I was convinced James loved me. But... I guess that's just the way life works sometimes. You know, it's a bit funny. I've worked on cases like this all the time. I was so sure it'd never happen to me. I was sure that James loved me.

Suddenly the rain stop pouring on top of me. I look up. Who's this person? Oh, am I in the way? Why're they holding an umbrella over me? I would really would hate it if I was bothering them.

"Oh... Am I in the way? I'm sorry. I can move if you'd like."