He stood at the window, watching the rain fall, hard and cold, this kind of rain was always cold. He was glad to be out of it, but being in it would have taken his mind away from this empty numbness he felt.
She was gone, and he was alone. She had actually fallen out of love with him. It had happened to him before, but this was not supposed to happen with her. His almost perfect match. Gaiel had told him so herself. And Gaiel was uncannily correct with her visions. She had promised him a lifetime of joy. This was not a lifetime, and his joy had disappeared months before. He needed to talk with her, and rain or no rain, he was going to talk with her this very day.
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