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Standing In The Rain

It was cold, freezing actually, the rain wouldn�t let up. I felt your presence across the courtyard, your gaze on my back. I tried to ignore it. A quiet sense of nostalgia and the sound of the rain hitting the pavement filled the courtyard. I could only stand it for a moment before I gave up. I walked over to you, thinking of what to say, how I could logically explain myself. I stopped in front of the bench you were sitting on, my expression solemn. You wouldn�t look at me. �I�m sorry� I spoke first. You ignored me. �Look, I won�t be a problem for you much longer. In fact, I�m leaving, but I can�t pretend I don�t have feelings for you�. �Then why would you do it?� you stood, looking me in the eye. I looked down at my feet. �What do you want from me?� you stared at me. I brought my hand up to your cheek, brushing the raindrops aside with my thumb. You did nothing but stare as I leaned in and caught you in a kiss. You didn�t kiss back, but I savored it, knowing it would be our last. I pulled away slowly, eyes closed, trying to hold onto what I already knew was gone. You looked away, the tears brimming your eyes, but you wouldn�t cry. I knew you wouldn�t. �I�m sorry� I said again. �For everything� I added, as I turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the rain.