Heavy rain

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He waited, for something, anything, from a movement to a change in heart rate, anything to give him a sign that she was coming back to him, that this wasn't the end. The sound of the rain pouring outside, hitting the window so violently, it was like the weather was trying to tell her not not give up.
"Come back to me" he whispered.

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