Hysterical.

That is all I am as I run out into the pouring rain.

It beats down on me heavily, pounding me to the ground as if telling me how shameless I am being.

I dash like a crazed fool, the heavy rain obscuring my vision as I search under the dimmed streetlights.

My heart lurches as I spot him.

Under that black umbrella, silhouette under the streetlights.

I run.

I come to stop when he is right in front of me.

Suddenly I don’t know what I am doing anymore.

Slowly, he turns around, umbrella in his hand.

And when he sees me, I caught the look of unhappiness in his eyes.

We stand still.

The rain is loud in my ears as I look right into his eyes, feeling like I’m going to break anytime soon.

I take a step forward.

And another.

He scrutinizes my every move.

But before I can come anymore closer,

He turns around.

He walks away.

His eyes, they hurt me so much.

Every single cell on me can’t live without him.

I hurt all over.

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The way he stood before me, complete drenched and hair a mess.

His face was the worst.

If he didn’t hurt me so much, I would’ve stayed.

But I didn’t.

I turned away.

Even if he looked like he was going to die,

I turned away.

I’m never coming back.