A/N: I know it's not finished. I wrote this when I had alot of inspiration and this just happened, I guess. I don't know if I'll ever finish it, but I just thought this wasn't that bad at all. Please review :

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I was soaked. It was raining like it had never rained before. But I didn’t care. He was gone. He said he’d come back, but I didn’t believe him. Suddenly I felt something on my shoulder. A hand forced me to turn around.
It was my mother.
“What the hell are you doing outside?!” She screamed, but because of the pouring rain it sounded like a whisper. “I just like being here when it rains.” I was lying. I hated that stupid tree in our front yard. When I was five, I ran into it and I broke my nose. But it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered without him. I could still feel his lips on mine, as if he was still kissing me while my mom was dragging me into the house. My parents were yelling and screaming, but I wasn’t listening. I felt like a zombie when I walked in my room. It felt cold. I closed the door, sat down on the ground, and I cried. All I could think about was him. I was afraid he was going to hurt himself, and I hated myself for letting him walk away. But I knew I couldn’t stop him anyway. Nothing could ever stop him if he wanted to do something. Just like me. I crawled into my bed and cried myself to sleep.