I looked up at the sky and I saw how the dark the clouds were. It was too dark as if any time from now, rain would start to pour so hard. It was as if any time from now, the sky would cry because of what was about to happen. It seems like the sky knew that I was in pain, and it felt my anguish and decided to mourn with me.
It hurts so much to think that I was walking on the streets of this city, for the last time, and it hurts so much to think that I would not be able to do anything about it any longer. I was bound to accept the truth, even though I knew that I did not like the idea of it. Even though I knew that I would carry this pain inside my chest for as long as I live in this world.
I felt the tears that were threatening to fall into my eyes, so I turned my attention on the streets
