The rain poured hard that night, drenching the city streets. Rosemary stood behind the apartment window, staring blankly out at the wet world. Her eyes were swollen, her body weak, as if the whole world were laughing at her.
There was a knock at the door.
“Rose… please open. It’s me.”
The voice made her heart beat faster. Adrian.
Rosemary closed her eyes. “Go away! I don’t want to see you anymore!” she shouted hoarsely.
But the knocking didn’t stop. It came harder. “Rosemary! I won’t leave until you hear me out!”
Trembling, Rosemary stepped forward and opened the door just a crack. She looked at Adrian—soaked through, his face tense yet determined.
“What else do you want to ruin, Adrian?” her voice shook. “Isn’t this enough?”
Adrian hesitated for a moment, then looked at her with e
