You only looked up when it started to rain. We held each other close, knowing that when we let go we’d have to say goodbye. It was cold, but I felt warm in your arms. When we parted all the heat drained from me, my heart dropped too. I looked into your eyes, no amount of rain could hide the tears now. You let them run down your face without moving to cover it, perhaps because mine was equally streaked. Our tears fell to the floor together, seemingly insignificant compared to the puddles that were now forming at our feet, but to us it seemed as if we could’ve filled reservoirs.
The train pulled up to the platform, we held desperately to each other’s hands. We didn’t let go, but pulled apart anyway. The force took the last of my strength. You stepped onboard and the doors drew closed.