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Standing in the middle of the pouring rain seemed to be the only thing he could do at that moment. He didn't care if he was dripping wet, if he ever got sick, or if the lighting would strike him. Heck, he was already hurting too much to even think about his health and his well-being. 

His gaze never left her retreating figure. He wanted so much to run after her but he couldn't move forward, because he felt like it'll hurt him even more if he did. He looked down, dejected, letting the hot tears cascade down his face.

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15 - October - 2012

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