She cupped her hands; the raindrops were cold against her skin. Somehow she felt the cold reach to her burning heart. It was soothing like someone had put water to the burning fire inside her. "I'll never leave" A dance of words played inside her mind. She knew he won't. Anyone would but not him. And he did not...the person who left wasn't him. It's strange how we are always right on this note. People we know never leave, strangers do, they are meant to. She clenched her fists. Raindrops escaped. Strangers they were again; just strangers but with memories.