“Some storms fall from the sky. Others fall from the heart.”

It was pouring outside.

Dressed in blue pyjamas and a tight white T‑shirt, she sat in her balcony sipping her favourite coffee. A book rested in her hand — one she had been avoiding for weeks. Somehow the hot coffee felt awfully cold. As she stared into the rain, listening to the violent drumming of the raindrops, she felt an even louder storm inside her. She was pouring within.

A couple passed by, walking hand in hand through the downpour, drenched from head to toe. In an instant, she was transported back in time.

It was a rainy evening. The breeze was cool. The night was soaked in moonlight. They walked along a deserted beach, fingers intertwined, the gentle rain making everything feel softer, safer. In his arms she felt protected — like a princess with her prince. With him, she felt at home.

She tried to remember how all the magic began. It wasn’t just a crush. It wasn’t a fleeting affection. It was a powerful pull — a connection she chose with her whole heart. She never knew how he transformed from a stranger into a senior in college, then a friend, then a close friend, then her best friend… and finally, her love.

His illness didn’t stop her. Knowing he was dying didn’t make her love him any less. And even though he knew he had little time left, it didn’t stop him from loving her back. They were drenched in love, drenched in hope. When they walked together, hearts aligned, the world couldn’t help but envy them.

She knew the end was coming, yet she couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t move on. His memories hurt, but letting go hurt even more.

She stood up from her chair with a decision heavy in her mind.
She would never love again.
No one could take his place.

Pulling on her mustard kimono, she headed out into the night — unaware that destiny had written something different for her.

Lost in thoughts of him, she didn’t see the black sedan speeding toward her. The driver didn’t see her either… until it was too late.

The impact threw her onto the wet road. Blood pooled beneath her as her body trembled with unbearable pain. Her thoughts raced to him — the love she had lost. Would she see him again? Was he waiting?

A crowd formed around her. Someone held her hand, their voice muffled by the pounding rain. She tried to scream, but her voice was gone. Her strength was slipping away. Her eyes grew heavy.

As she lay there, fighting for her life, a thought flickered through her fading consciousness.
Maybe this was a sign.
Maybe she was never meant to be with him in this world.
Maybe the universe was asking her to let go.

But how could she? He was her one true love.

The rain kept pouring.

The ambulance arrived. Doctors did everything they could. But she had lost too much blood.

She took one final breath.

As her soul drifted free of her body, the pain faded. A calmness washed over her — gentle, glowing, peaceful.

She knew she was going where she always wanted to be.

Back to him.

Together, they watched the world from a place where love never ended.
And she would never be alone again.