The night was cold and dark. He was driving and Rob was with him. He loved Rob, he had never loved someone that much before. They were going to spend their weekend in a hut that he had rented. He was going to tell Rob how much he loved him, and hopefully, nothing would be the same again, hopefully they would be together for the rest of their lives and sadness would pay a visit to his heart no more.

But destiny had something in store for them; it wouldn’t allow them to be happy nor to love each other, no... It wouldn’t… The rain started to fall and he could not see more than a couple of feet ahead of him. He could only see Rob’s eyes one last time before a huge crane crashed them and everything went black.

He woke up in a white room; his mind had already gone blank. The only thing he could think of was that bloody story, the one where the rain was the only one to blame for the pain and suffering we have to deal with, the one where there was a guy who was to be with the boy he liked, the one where the stupid rain ruined their lives. Now the policeman was asking if he could remember anything and he just wanted Rob to be by his side. The only problem was Rob couldn’t be with him anymore, because if he had been lucky enough to survive the accident, Rob hadn’t.

So now, wanting the policeman to get out of his face, he was just thinking on Rob, on what could have been, and on how the bloody rain took away the one he loved the most and let him just about caving in.