We were supposed to meet that day—the first day of rain in December. But in fact he never came, Our virtual three-year meeting ended in an empty chair and a cup of coffee. I didn't expect such a beautiful promise to be broken by the falling rain. And every time it rains...my heart is broken, I want to forget him but every time the rain falls it brings fragments of my memories with it, the drops that fall dissolve with the tears that continue to remind me of the memories. But one day in the hustle and bustle of the city I saw a familiar figure, his eyes shining, his smile as bright as the sun that day and how happy he was as if the world belonged to him, with a pounding heart I passed through the crowd approaching him and asked 'Zayn is that you?' And this is where the never-ending story begins