And so it rained that night, he woke up, senseless, cold. All he saw was the ambience of the window frame, right in front, as he stood and head to the window to peep on the world outside.
"It's been a while" he muttered to himself. He lived in darkness in pain,lonely,it has been two years, never knew what has happened, never actually cared about it. He remembers her face, he remembers her words, he remembers her touch, and it was raining that night.
He walked and crashed on the bed, debilitated. And it rained that night.
He never felt anything, so didnt she, all these while as it was still raining, outside, that night.
