Standing in the middle of the road, rain pouring. Every inch, ever centimeter, every millimeter of my body has met a raindrop.

My mind was racing. I feel so cold. I feel lost. Confused. Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I here?

I begin to run. My feet seem to know where they're going before I do. 

Soon enough, I stop in front of what seems to be an apartment building. It doesn't feel right, it's gloomy, sad.

I notice a security guard, big, his arms crossed, two tree trunks that rest on his chest. He makes me nervous, he seems like a personal protector, a body guard maybe? If someone important lives here, surely he'll stop me from going in. 

I try my luck anyways, calmly walking through the front doors of the complex. Relief washes over me as the guard doesn't seem to care of my presence at all.

Still, my train of thought is lost. For some reason I tell myself to go to the roof. 

I open the roof's entrance. It's still raining, though the rain itself holds a happy feeling, the apartment however, is completely different.

And then I see him.

There. Just standing there. He isn't doing anything. What's wrong? 

Why is my boyfriend just standing in the rain? I know something is wrong.

He turns around. Tears streaming down his face.

"JB, what's wrong?" even though he is looking at me, I feel invisible. He stares, his tears mixing with the rain. After a short moment of comfortable silence, he looks up the sky. He looks drained, empty. He starts to speak.

"Why'd you leave me?" He looks back in my direction, still it feels as though I'm not there.

"What are you talking about? I would never leave you. I love you." I say reassuringly.

"I need you." His voice begins to shake.

"And I need you, you know that." What was making him act this way?

"Come back to me! Please!" He yells.

"I'm already here."  I walk start walking over to him, a slight, sad smile om my lips. The distance between us slowly decreasing. 

"I can't take this anymore." He begins to run. I haven't reached him yet. He's running to me. I can't hide my excitement, I've missed him. We haven't been apart for long, but a day away from him feels like a century.

My arms open as a habit. I'm eagerly awaiting his impact, impatiently waiting for his arms to wrap around me and lift me up and kiss me.

He's close now, oh so close. I can smell his scent. My heart speeds, it's hot, warm.

It all stops within an instant, a blink of an eye. He runs right through me. My heart becomes cold. I'm freezing.

I hold my hand over my heart, squeezing my chest, I fall to my knees, gasping for air.

I can't breathe. 

Memories flood into my head. My eyes blinded by the images I start to see. This can't be real. This can't be happening.

I'm standing in the middle of the road, rain pouring. I'm paralyzed by the water around me. I can't see the other side of the road, my destination. 

Despite my thoughts, I walk across the street I can't see.

I turn my head, and it's already too late.

The headlights grow bigger and bigger, eventually so close I couldn't see them any longer.

Everything goes dark, I'm alone.