10) The Rain

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The rain falls softly. Little droplets of water hit the ground and shatter like glass across my toes.

The sky is gray, an hole of oblivion fills the center. It looks exactly like my heart.

You just walked away, taking everything I gave to you and throwing it into the abyss.

You just left me, all alone. In the rain.

The quiet patter from the sky quickens as I run a hand through my damp hair. Tiny little pieces of rain just fall off. I feel like falling off. Of anywhere.

I wrap my hands around myself, feeling the cold water from my jacket seep into my palms. I no longer have anyone to hold me.

I feel more rain trickling down my face. Except it's not rain. It's tears.

I grab at the damp cement at my feet, pulling up nothing but dust and rocks.

The sky continues to rain. It pours down on me as does the sadness. I am soaking wet, just sitting all by myself on the sidewalk. I don't care if people stare.

Because the rain cannot bring you back now.

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