Rain hammered down around us, pooling at our feet, soaking our clothes and hair.

We stood there, lost between everything we wanted to say and everything we couldn’t. He looked at you, his heart breaking in ways words couldn’t fix.

“That love letter you left for me back then,” He said quietly, the rain stealing most of my voice, “I still cherish it.” You didn’t answer — just gave a sad, crooked smile before turning away, disappearing into the blur of the storm.