A Forlorn You

Your head rests against the car window, eyes closed as you listen to the rain pelting the roof.

You have music playing but the lyrics are drowned out by your thoughts. You feel the car slow to a stop and open your eyes, the sky is oil pane gray. You unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car, the rain slowly soaking through your thin sweater. You tilt your head up and let the droplets of water race down your face. You wish it could have been different.

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