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I let the rain overcome me. The droplets rolled smoothly down my skin. I felt my temperature decreasing with each passing minute. The smoke began to hiss and rise in the air as the liquid pierced my flesh. No matter how deep the intolerable ache grew, it somehow soothed me. Then, I saw him.

"Come to mock me, did you?" I hissed.

"Actually, no, I didn't." Dib replied.

I eyed him warily. What could he possibly want?

"Then why did you come? If you are not here to mock me, then there must be another reason you are here. Do you wish to belittle me, to rub it in? I do not need it. Trust me; the truth is currently sinking in. And it hurts, badly. So your work is done for you. You may go home now and live your life worry-free. I will no longer be a threat. I will no longer be a worry to your kind. As a matter of fact, it will be as though I never existed." I dragged my claw across my face, wiping away the degrading tears that flowed down it. "As though I never existed…" I repeated solemnly.

He remained silent at the sudden outburst. As I saw him turn, I assumed he was leaving. I did not need his pity. He may leave if he wishes. I need no one. I have unknowingly survived alone all my life. Certainly, I may survive the rest of it. Most likely this will be the last conversation between ex-enemies, I thought to myself. But I stood shocked as he pulled an umbrella over me. I stared in disbelief. The only sound was the soft tapping of the rain.

"Why?" I whispered as I found my strength to talk depleting. The truth was truly setting in. It was overwhelming. Along with the rain exposure, the pain was becoming unbearable.

"You have enough people rejecting you, don't you? The last thing you need is to worry about me."

I began to speak, but my voice cracked. I quickly became silent. I could not cry; that was weakness, I was not weak. Was I?

"You know, it is okay to cry."

I started to shake as I began to battle myself internally. All of my life, I have believed that crying is a sign of weakness, that it made you weak. Now I was being told it was a lie? I was not shocked, though. My entire life was a lie. What I thought was true was just a lie all together.

"It is a sign weakness." I mumbled. Truthfully, my eyes begged for him to tell me it was not. So long I had held in the pain.

He shook his head.

"No, it isn't"

All at once, I fell apart. I shook uncontrollably as years of unwanted, yet received pain came flowing uncontrollably throughout me. I leaned on a wall nearby as I found it difficult to stand. I winced as I drew in a rugged breath.

"I know what it is like, you know? True, my case was never that deep, but I have lived my life in rejection, too; the school, my family, strangers, everybody. They always thought I was insane."

I listened to his past intensively.

"What I am trying to say, Zim, is that I can kind of relate to your pain."

He rested a hand on my shoulder. I froze at the contact. Never have I had the privilege of comfort. I slowly relaxed.

"Maybe…" he began.

Though, he hesitated.

"…We were never that different after all?" I finished.

He nodded.

"But what happens now? I am a reject everywhere I go. I have no friends, no family, nobody."

He smiled sadly.

"You do have one friend."

I began to chuckle softly, louder and louder, until I was laughing. Then, I began to cry. I let my head hang in shame as unwanted tears proved my feelings I had so long avoided. He wrapped one arm around me as I cried in the rain. I was alone my entire life. I never truly had anyone. But, perhaps, I have found someone.