It was late at night—the latest it had ever felt. Yet I could still see her silhouette as she drifted away from my longing gaze, dissolving into the dark where only the faint flicker of street lamps remained, her footsteps fading like a whisper I wasn't meant to hold onto.
It wasn't raining.
How ironic—for a moment like this to unfold without it.
I felt like crying.
No.
I was crying.
But it wasn't just because she was leaving.
I felt disoriented.
How had it come to this?
Fadelyn had given up on me.
And this time… I couldn't pretend she was wrong.
I stared at her fading silhouette, something tightening in my chest something closer to guilt than grief, though I didn't want to call it that.
Maybe it was raining somewhere,
somewhere I wouldn't dare to step into.
I wanted to call out to her.
To ask for one more chance.
But the words stayed buried.
Because deep down… I knew
It wouldn't have changed anything.