• A girl and a boy sit in the rain under umbrellas.
    They say nothing to each other.
    They just sit in silence.
    Together, yet alone.

    It was a good day for rain.
    The girl loved the rain.
    The rain was so peaceful, so calming.
    In the tumult of her stressful life, the rain was one of the few things that could make her smile now.
    And then there had been him.
    He had given her a reason to smile.
    But that was gone now, just another memory of happier days.

    It was a good day for rain.
    The boy didn’t mind the rain.
    The rain was an old friend to him.
    The cool drops on his face, falling like tears from the sky.
    But it reminded him of her.
    He remembered how much she had loved the rain and how much he had loved to see her smile.
    But that was gone now, just another memory of happier days.

    And oh how they had been happy!
    The summer had flown so fast.
    Genuine happiness.
    Genuine smiles.

    But then she was busy.
    Free time no longer existed for her.
    Her life was thrown off balance.
    She could feel the strain between her and him.
    And for the first time in her life, she was afraid.
    She was afraid for herself and for him.
    If there was anything she didn’t want, it was to lose him.
    But she had.

    He didn’t know.
    How could he have known?
    She had become so distant.
    What had happened?
    What had changed?
    He was in the dark.
    And for the first time, he didn’t feel in control of his life.
    He had given her the steering wheel and she was spinning it out of control.
    If there was anything he didn’t want, it was to have to let her go.
    But he had to.

    The girl and boy drop their umbrellas.
    They stand up silently in time and walk away.
    Opposite directions, no going back now.
    If letting go is the easiest way…

    The boy stops with a:
    I’ll tell her I still love her.
    She’ll understand.
    He turns back and she’s walking away.
    The rain drowns out his voice.
    He tries to call her but can’t bring himself to speak.
    So he turns around and keeps walking.
    Last Chance.
    Too late.

    The girl stops with words on her tongue:
    Come back! Come back!
    I know I was wrong! I’m sorry!
    She turns back and he’s gone.
    That was it.
    So she drops her head and walks away.
    Last chance.
    Too late.

    Twice now, they had walked out of each other's lives.
    And twice now, neither of them had stopped it.
    The girl and the boy walk away in the rain.
    Together.
    Alone.

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    MORAL OF THE STORY:
    Don't put off for tomorrow what you can say today, because sometimes you don't get that second chance to say it.

    So speak out.
    Say what you need to say. :] heart