We had a huge fight. I haven’t talked to him in a week. I just couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing. It was 1 a.m, but I couldn’t sleep. I had just turned off my lap-top and was laying in my bed, begging sleep to overcome me.

As I lay there listening to the rain I heard another noise. A soft tap on my window every couple of seconds. I got up and looked out my window. There he was, standing there in the pouring rain, looking up at me with forlorn eyes.

I tiptoed out of my room and down the stairs. I opened the front door, it squeaked loudly, and held my breath. Good, Mom and Dad are still asleep.

I hesitated on my pourch, knowing what I had to do. Slowly, I walked up to him. Both of us sobbing wet now, I kissed him. It was a slow, passionate, painful kiss. He pulled away, anticipating what I was about to say.

“John. It’s over.” I could feel the tears in my eyes as I turned and walked away.
“Wait, we can work this out.” He grabbed my arm.

“John, no. You cheated on me. It’s over.”