It was late at night when you and Xiao both were walking down a street. Less people around, just a few wandering stray cats meowing in the silence and the wind picking up and tugging at their clothes like a warning. Neither of you brought an umbrella, but neither of you cared.

Two years together, and yet somehow it felt like you were walking with a stranger. Xiao had changed. He became cold, silent and distant. No more soft touches, no more random texts just to say he missed you. It was always silence. Always you reaching first. You kept telling yourself maybe he was tired. Maybe he was just going through something. But the truth settled in, maybe he was tired of you.

So, you stopped in the middle of the empty street—quietly declaring..

“Let’s break up.”

Your voice came out soft, almost calm—but your chest felt like it was tearing open.

You didn’t wait for his reaction. You just turned, forcing your legs to move before your heart could catch up. But then—you felt it. His hand wrapping around your wrist. Gentle, but firm.

“Wait… please don’t go..”

His voice cracked. Pain, regret and fear visible in his eyes. Only then did he realise how deeply he had hurt you, how he felt he has been losing you this whole time. It didn’t sit right with him. Just as the first drops of rain began to fall, it was clear that some storms don’t start in the sky, but in the heart.