It was late at night, and the clouds signified an impending downpour.

I told my partner to come and meet me to talk. Eventually, she show up at our designated spot. She run up to me, happy as always, to see me and embrace me tightly. I let her hold onto me for a few seconds before pushing her away.

I lean on the wall behind me, my arms crossed and my expression cold; I look at her dead in the eyes.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Suddenly, it begins to pour. What perfect timing.