Inspired by “I Bet on Losing Dogs” — Mitski

It rained the day he realized he didn’t have a chance with you — the cold kind of rain that soaked through uniforms and made the whole world feel heavier. He walked you home anyway. You talked about another boy. Someone who had confessed to you. Someone you were thinking about saying yes to. And Mikey smiled. Not the cute smile, not the cocky one, not the warm one he saved for you. This one was thin, practiced, almost painfully gentle. He didn’t say a word against the guy — Mikey never ruined your happiness on purpose.But something in him cracked quietly.

Hands in his pockets. Hair dripping. Heart hurting in that quiet way he never talked about. He whispered into the rain, inaudible. He laughed a little — sad, breathless. Then he walked silently, trying to convince himself he was used to this kind of ache. But the truth? He would’ve chosen you even if choosing you meant losing every time.