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Jungkook stood staring out of his window at the darkening sky.  Night was coming.  But that wasn’t the cause of the thunderheads now gathering.  It was going to rain.  A cold front had swept the city a few minutes ago.  When Jungkook had approached his apartment building, he had smelled rain in the air.  

He loved rain.  Especially these days.  It seemed to match his mood.  Heaven was weeping over his pain.  

She’d left him.  Two weeks ago.  With no explanation.  As she’d sat across from him at their favorite restaurant, she’d packed her wallet into her purse after insisting on paying for her portion of their lunch.  She’d always been fiercely independent.  But, at least, she used to let him buy her a meal.

Then Bora had looked him squarely in the eye and announced, “I’m leaving, Jungkook.  Please.  Don’t follow me.”  Then, she’d stood up and walked out of the restaurant.  

Of course, he had followed her.  But it had taken him too long to recover from the shock – Where was this coming from?  He had thought they were perfectly happy – and to pull the bills from his wallet and dump them on the table before he stood up and pushed his chair in.  Then he had raced after her.  Just in time to see her entering a cab.  A moment later, she was well and truly gone as the taxi raced away.  

Jungkook had stood on that street curb as his heart began to break.  He had felt the blazing arrow as it left her lips.  It had pierced his heart.  Just then, the tiny hole had grown into a large crack that just kept expanding while his eyes had followed her taxi as far as they could before it had turned out of sight.  

A moment later, something wet had splashed onto his cheek.  He had realized it was a tear.  Another one had hit his other cheek after a few seconds.  Then, it had been followed by a steady downpour.  The clouds above had felt his pain.  They had mourned with him.  He had walked the ten blocks to his apartment.  Alone.  With nought but raindrops for company.  

He’d returned to his apartment soaking wet and shivering.  He’d spent the next week nursing a cold.  Alone.  No girlfriend to solace him or care for him.  He’d had to make his own chicken noodle soup.  He’d cried into it too while he watched sad dramas.  Alone.  Again.

Those heart-crushing first moments after she’d walked out of his life made up the first time it had rained since she’d broken up with him.  But they hadn’t been the last.  The heavens seemed to be in agreement with him.  They had mourned her loss with him every day since.