The glass felt cold against his forehead. He could just about make out his reflection blurred against the window. He didn't know how long he had been leaning there. It could have been minutes; hours or even days and yet he felt no inclination to move.

There was nowhere to go, no one to see and nothing to do. The life he knew had ended and he wasn't sure he knew how to carry on. He wasn't sure if he wanted to carry on.

He watched the rain trickling down the glass. Why was it always raining these days? What had happened to the sun? Maybe he'd feel better if there was some sun… but he doubted it.

As he sighed heavily the heat of his breath formed a cloud of condensation against the window. Without thinking he raised his finger and wrote in the grey mist.

JP luvs Craig.

The sight of his scrawl on the glass tore at his heart. How many times had he written that in the margins of the books no one saw? How many times had he doodled it with love hearts on sheets of paper that he had thrown carefully into the bin? How many times had the thought those words to himself in the stillness of the night?

It was still raining, why was it still raining?

The words against the glass faded slowly away. Nothing lasts forever it seemed. Even love was only fleeting. He just hoped that the pain would fade away as quickly but that seemed unlikely.

He hadn't wanted to say goodbye. He'd stayed at home and watched as the hands of the clock ticked the minutes away. And then, at the last possible second, he had called a taxi and raced to the airport. It had taken all the cash he had in his wallet to get him there but as soon as he saw those deep brown eyes he knew he'd done the right thing.

He hadn't wanted to say goodbye but he was glad that he did. He was glad that he got to hold his love one more time, to kiss him and to tell him that he would never forget him and he would never stop loving him.

Still it rained, couldn't somebody stop the rain?

The hand on his shoulder was firm but gentle.

"Are you OK sweetheart?"

He forced a smile as he turned to his mother but they both knew it wasn't real.

"I don't know what to do…"

"He's gone love."

"Why did he have to leave? Why couldn't it have worked, just this once?"

"I don't know… I wish I did. Why don't you go out, get some fresh air, you've been inside too long."

"But it's raining."

"It's not been raining for ages." She smiled as she wiped the tears from his eyes. "The sun's shining now."

And the sun was shining. It wasn't raining any more. Maybe things would be better… eventually.