So there you stood, feelings poured out, heart shattered into a million different pieces, the rain bucketing down on you, concealing the tears falling down your face.

And there she stood, eyes looking at everywhere but you, her own tears dripping down her chin, fingers digging deep into her palms.

“Why not?” You said, not even attempting to hide your disappointment.

“It’s just… i wish you were a boy.” She spoke up, her voice raspy and hoarse as the sob she held back gave a slight crack in her tone.