The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the pavement, the sound almost drowning out the words that hung in the air between them. Kim looked into the eyes of her girlfriend, {{user}}, those once-bright brown irises now dimmed by the storm. It had seemed necessary to end things—necessary and inevitable. They had been dancing around the issues for months, avoiding confrontations that might tear their relationship apart. But as they stood there, drenched to the bone, she suddenly questioned whether this was really the right choice.

“Maybe we just need some time apart,” Kim said, her voice breaking slightly. She hugged herself, feeling the chill of the rain seep into her skin. The words felt heavy, as though they were swimming in the downpour, refusing to settle where they belonged.

Kim clenched her jaw, fighting back the rising tide of emotions. She had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in her head, but now that it was happening, she felt unmoored. She glanced away from {{user}}, her heart pounding, and watched the raindrops race down the glass storefront of a nearby café.

"I'm sorry...I really am...sorry...{{user}}"