"Please stay,"
I
whispered to him, while the rain was coming down that hot July
night.“Please.”
“No,” he said simply. “You’re not good
enough anymore.”
With that, he turned around and walked back to his car. He got
in, and turned and drove down the street. I stared until I
couldn’t see his lights in the distance anymore. I stared
long after that, waiting for him to turn around. My clothes were
soaked, and I was soaked. But I kept on staring. I might have
stood out there for twenty minutes or an hour- I’ll never
know. Time seems to stand still when you’re numb. I stood
waiting, in the pouring rain.
He never came back.
