It was late at night, and the clouds signified an impending downpour.

I told my partner to come and meet me to talk. Eventually, they show up at our designated spot. They run up to me, happy as always, to see me and embrace me tightly. I let them hold onto me for a few seconds before pushing them away.

I lean on the wall behind me, my arms crossed and my expression cold; I look at them dead in the eyes.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Suddenly, it begins to pour. What perfect timing.