The rain lashes at your saturated clothes as you sluggishly amble through the streets late at night. You've just gotten out of a bad relationship and now have no where to go. Exhausted, you sit on a bench that is ridden in a thick layer of rainwater, the only light being from the streetlights which illuminate the night. You silently sob to yourself and cover your eyes as you sit down unsteadily. Your breathing is heavy, rasping and heaving, and your skin almost a ghostly paper white.