You reach your hand forward, letting it get soaked. The edge of your red coat turns darker, drinking the rainwater. Darker, like my heart. You can’t help the grim giggle that escapes your lips at your sarcastic thought. You always despised people who indulge in self-pity over a simple relationship. You aren’t usually like that. Still, maybe you should give yourself a pass. Allow yourself to feel the gloomy weather in your bones, let it engulf you. Just for a day, acknowledge that you aren’t almighty, aren’t as unaffected by your cheating ex-boyfriend as you wish you’d be.