You stood by the window as your eyes made out every raindrop that descended the sky to touch the ground, composing their own music. You couldn’t decipher the stealthiness the weather had chosen to show these days, showering the days with expressions which resembled your emotions, then darkened and saddened.
“I’m sorry y/n, I don’t think we should date anymore… I have my career to focus on, you have your school. I’m very sorry, but this will be best for both of us.”
At first you thought he was lightly joking, that he didn’t mean to part ways. But you were wrong, wrong to have thought otherwise, wrong to have not taken the guilt his eyes shone with seriously.
You tried hard not to cry as your eyes stung from the tears prodding from within. You had silently vowed to yourself to keep strong, but your will had disappeared, and you were left to rot in the sullen aura your disposition then exuded to everyone who passed by you in the cafe.
Though it was just a soft rain outside, but a storm in your heart.
“Y/n?” you heard a voice call out to you softly from behind, the person placing their hand softly on your shoulder. Your mind, then shrouded with frustration, couldn’t make out the person. Luck favoured you then for you chose to turn around and see the intruder of your thoughts before shouting at him as irritation itched your tongue.
“Oh… it’s you…” you calmed your nerves as you looked at the taller man before you, seeming much taller for you were seated in a chair, his eyes softening up as he smiled down at your form.
“Mark told me.” he informed as he sat down before you, the name alone stirred up tears behind your eyes but you were adamant on keeping your word.
You sighed in response since there wasn’t much to say, turning your head toward the city which was being basked in the glory of your favourite time of the year.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I know I was the one who insisted you both to start dating. I should’ve realised it won’t even last a year.”
You smiled at him, trying to make it look cheerier but your eyes gave in to how you felt inside, making the smile more pathetic than anything. You saw him frown, as if your gloom was stabbing right into his heart. He brought his hand up and smoothed it over your cheek.
“I’m fine,” you lied, “I was expecting this, to be honest.” you lied again, “Nothing lasts forever.” you felt yourself die inside.
He laughed, “You really think I can’t read in between your lies, I thought you know me better y/n, I’m hurt.”
“And you do know me better, I’m surprised.”
He smiled at you and took your cold hands in his hands, which were still warm for having been enveloped by gloves till then, the warmth travelling through your entire body before reaching your heart. You finally felt your eyes giving out endless tears shedding from both your eyes as your body sat still, your composure finally melting. He didn’t talk and just let you cry silently, knowing that it was better to let you drown in your sudden failure, to let you surrender to it.
Your body jerked as the phone on the table beeped, your eyes darting to check out the notification.
Mark: y/n… can we talk?
Your eyes lit up and you took your hands out of your friend’s hold, furiously tapping the screen to make a reply in a very eager affirmative. You were so occupied by the new ray of hope that you didn’t see your friend’s crest-fallen and pained expression.