She loves this woman, she knows she always will. They stand there, holding on so tightly that neither woman can breathe properly, just buried in each other. The rain still pouring down on them, soaking them to the skin, but all they know is each other. "I came back for you." Roseanne cries then, her body shuddering with the intensity of her grief. "That November. I came back and you weren't there." *** This is a converted story, I do not own this.