You always loved it when it rained.

There was something romantic about it—the way the world went quiet, how the streets shimmered under the weight of the sky. You used to dance in it, laugh in it, kiss your boyfriend with water dripping from your eyelashes, soaking your clothes and your heart all at once.

Back then, the rain was magic.

But now, all those memories had washed away.

Replaced by the cold, the ache, the sting of each raindrop that clung to your skin like grief.

You stood still as the downpour masked your tears, blending them into the storm. No one could see you break, not like this.

Five months.

That’s all it took for you to fall for Sonny—fall hard, like rain slamming against pavement. Every glance, every touch, every shared secret in the dark had pulled you deeper. But now, you couldn’t help but wonder:

Did he ever fall for you?

Or were you just the punchline to a joke you didn’t know you were in?

The party had been bright and loud, full of life. You danced. You laughed. For a while, it felt real. For a while, you were happy.

Then you heard it.

“I guess you won the bet.”

Six words. That was all. But they were enough to bring the world crashing down.

A bet.

Twenty pounds. That was your worth, apparently.

Not the nights spent tangled in sheets and secrets. Not the afternoons where he made you feel like the only person in the world. Just twenty pounds.

What had once been a heart full of love now felt like dust, scattered and weightless.

You didn’t speak as you left. What was there to say?

The rain poured harder as you walked home, every step heavier than the last. The world blurred around you—wet and grey and cruel.

You reached your door, fingers shaking as you searched for your key. You just needed to be inside, away from it all. Safe, or at least alone.

But then—

“{{user}}!!”

His voice cut through the rain, desperate.

You froze.