You two sat on the steps of the backyard porch. He just stares down at the wet grass as the rain pours. You had just said the words he dreaded the most. You had just broken his heart.

"So that's it?" Frankie asked. "We're just... Over?"

"Yes." You whisper, not knowing what else to say.

"I thought we were doing fine... I thought..." He sighs and rubs his face.