Hey, sorry about the cruddy post before. Still a tear jerker, though 😉
He should have known.
It happened in every pathetic romantic movie.
Every trashy romance novel.
Every little girl’s nightmare.
He should have known he would be broken.
He should have known she’d choose today.
Nothing had gone right. He refused his windbreaker in too much of a hurry to see her. He had stepped in many a puddle. It was raining buckets that screamed, “Just don’t leave the house!” But none of it mattered.
Because . . . She would be there. That beautiful blonde woman he hadn’t seen in years. That goddess in a ghee.
Juliet Butler was coming home.
Myles licked his lips, and checked once again.
“You’re sure Ms. Butler was on that flight?” He asked.
The woman, quivering under the young man’s cold gaze, replied, “I’m sure, sir. I’m sorry-“
But he was already too far, already under the rain. That rain that screamed “I told you so!”
With a grimace, he added to the rain’s serenade of vain joy and crushing defeat.
“Juliet . . .” he whispered, like an F sharp in C major, tears running down his cheeks. His knees wobbled.
His shoulders shook, and his eyes bled pure crystal misery. He refused to believe it. He couldn’t believe it.
The blonde woman wouldn’t get off the plane.
Hell, there wasn’t even a plane!
Yet, he straightened his back controlled his sobs and just stood in the torrent, crying where no one could tell.