It was raining hard that November evening.
“I’m sorry for everything!” I yelled to her over the rain.
“It doesn’t matter!” She yelled to me.
We looked at each other for a bit while standing in the rain.
I kissed her. We kissed for a very very long time.
We stopped kissing and I held her in my arms while it rained on us.
A week later I had a bad cold and she died of pneumonia.
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