Rain was pouring.

Hard, swollen, ripped, broken, yet hopeless all at once.

The thunder cracked the dark sky within the eerie dark empty streets. 

Loud, attractive, strong, lovable, but destructive. 

Tears were draining.

Sniffs, sobs, whimpers, still dripping from the break of a heart.

"Leave me alone." The owner of the tears snapped away from the tight grasp of a muscular arm.

"Listen to me." The owner of the muscular arm loosing hope by the breaking of the throat.

"There's no words to be said. It's the fifth time."

"Jinri, I'm sorry." 

"Minho, don't force yourself. I'm not the one."

The girl with the beautiful name of the truth, spoke the truth as her eyes bleeded in cascading water drops.

The rain was her soul.

Hard in personality. Swollen at the sight. Ripped for the fifth time happening. Broken for being cheaten on. Yet, hopeless at the thought without him.

The thunder was his spirit.

Loud in sense. Attractive from the outside. Strong in his strength. Lovable in his kindness. Yet, destructive for destroying her happiness.

He knew his mistake. He did it again. However, why? He tried so hard to get away from such hell. His blood promised the girl it was going to be the last of his troubles months ago, why did he fall back?

Why didn't they just let them be? Someone always crossed their paths. If it wasn't for the seductions of girls behind him, it was her past loves interwining into their relationship.

However, there was a difference...

She pushed them away while he tripped over the girls and fall into the arms of seduction.

"Don't. I promise it's-"

"That's what you said last time." Her sobs were ones of a breaking girl, yet he broke deeper at the sight of her pain. Pain due to him.

"Jinri, we can work through this-" Her trembling hand rose to the air, stopp