I felt uncomfortable with drizzle—if it would rain, it needed no introductions. It was a quiet battle, waiting for its turn to kill. The kiss of the cloudburst gestured thunderstorms upon the calm waves of the sea; it never meant to put me in peace.
You caught me at the wrong time. I did not have any minute explain as you stormed out of the room. I slipped in my jeans and grabbed my trashed shirt when I heard your car roared to life. I sprinted to the door, drowning the voice of my screaming mistress, and towards the front yard.
I was about to open my car’s door when the drizzle began; a few minutes after, it began to rain hard. My feet stilled as I turned my head to the gray skies. I snatched my phone and called you; the operator spoke.
Do not leave me, I whispered. Take care of our child.
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