It rained the day I died. It must have been raining because what is more dramatic and heartbreaking than rain? If I had to describe my life with just one word, it would definitely be a tragedy. Dramatic, heartbreaking tragedy. So I guess it was quite obvious that I died in this way. I don't really remember much, but I know it had to been raining.
I felt raindrops and tears streaming down my face when I was trying to catch my last breaths. I remember this stabbing pain going through my whole body, from head to toes. I remember my shaking hands when I was trying to hold yours, while I was begging you not to leave me. I remember your bloodshot eyes, that were full of pain and sorrow, and your trembling voice when you were saying your last goodbye because you couldn't stay. One of the last things I remember was your brown, wet hair when you were leaving me alone, in the middle of the street of nowhere, in the biggest storm of the decade.
But I don't remember when my tears mixed with thick raindrops. or when I started losing control over my breaths. or when I fell on my knees on the pavement, when I couldn't control my sobs any longer. I just remember this damn rain hitting with all its force, on my whole, weak body. And you. No matter how hard I would try, I would never miss any detail of you. It's just you and the rain. I will never forget the rain that fell on me and my whole life, breaking it apart. You and the rain. You and the rain the day I died, on the day you broke my heart.