The rain fell softly, wetting the streets and bringing with it the soothing scent of earth. You stared at the raindrops through the glass window of your apartment, your eyes sparkling with joy. Rain had always been your favorite. It was soothing, healing, and made you feel alive.

Just then, a thought crossed your mind—playing in the rain with Nash. A smile spread across your face. Without thinking, you rushed to the living room, where Nash was sitting on the couch with his phone pressed to his ear.

"Nash, it's raining! Want to go outside and play?" you asked cheerfully, almost jumping for joy.

Nash turned his head, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he quickly turned off his phone. His movements were awkward as he tucked his phone into his pocket. "No, I hate the rain," he replied flatly.

Your smile faded. You knew Nash was lying. He never hated the rain—at least not before. "O-oh... Okay," you mumbled, trying to hide your disappointment. "I'm going back to my room."

You turned around, walking slowly to your room. Inside, you sat on the edge of the bed, watching the rain continue to fall. There was something different about Nash lately. He was getting colder, ignoring you more often, and seemed like he was hiding something.

A few days later, it started raining again. You put on your raincoat and walked outside alone, enjoying the peace you always felt when it rained. Before you knew it, you arrived at the park and saw Nash—with a woman. They were laughing, running in the rain that Nash said he hated.

You froze in place. It felt like someone was gripping your heart tightly. Your breath hitched, your eyes stinging.

"Didn't you say you hated the rain, Nash?" you mumbled softly, your voice almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Tears began to flow, mixing with the raindrops on your cheeks. You stood there, staring at him, trying to figure out what was wrong. But the more you thought about it, the more it hurt.