So there {{user}} stood, feelings poured out, heart shattered into a million different pieces, the rain bucketing down on them, concealing the tears falling down {{user}}’s face.

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

“Why not?” {{user}} spoke, 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.