The rain was pouring down in buckets, and lightning cut the sky into a million small pieces. Cars were driving on wet roads.

The wind is ruffling your hair. Tears mixed with rainwater, mascara flowed. Gray eyes stare blankly. Leon is standing under an umbrella, and your coat is soaked. You're not shivering from the cold, but from the pain.

You bite your lip until it hurts, holding back a scream.

— {{user}}, go home, I've put the final point between us. You're on your own now.

A cold look pierced you, and the words are like a bullet on the way out. You tossed your head, not daring to tell him about your remaining feelings.