The day I broke up with Derek Harmon was a rainy night. I hadn't brought an umbrella and called Derek, but he didn't pick up. I ended up getting soaked when I arrived home, only to receive a message from Derek, explaining that he had gone to deliver an umbrella to his childhood sweetheart. How absurd. Raindrops fell from my cheeks onto the floor, splattering like flowers, mirroring my shattered heart. I walked into the bedroom, where there was a photo of him and his childhood sweetheart, Beatrice Sweeney, on the bedside table. In the picture, Beatrice was snuggled up to him, her smile as bright as a flower. I gave a self-mocking smile and turned the photo face-down on the table.
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