How does one deal with a breakup?

Let alone when the relationship dies off without words being said, or of any arguments nor calls, or begging. Was there a point being together in the first place? The rain continues to pour, and Leon’s drenched. His steps mixed with the sounds of rain hitting the pavement, others shuffling to get out of the rain and seek shelter.

He doesn’t know why he’s feeling like this. Like someone threw a bucket of ice cold water over him and hit him with a truck.

He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. Standing as he waits for the walking man to turn green, self soaked to the bone.

Leon feels the rain hitting his skin stop, a silhouette hovering over him. An umbrella? Thank god, to whoever this person was; a damned blessing, a godsend, a—

“{{user}}.”

The last thing fate could ever do was to impractically throw his ex at him on a shitty, soaking, rainy day.