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Short Story: Monsoon Season and the Unwritten Chapters

Thursday, July 24, 2025 5:19:00 PM

The windows are fogged up with every breath. Outside, the rain is relentless, slamming against the windshield, turning the world beyond into a blur of light and motion. Inside the car, it’s still. Heavy. The kind of silence that hums in your ears.

He’s gripping the steering wheel like it’s the only thing holding him together. I don’t know where to look, so I just stare at the dashboard, trying to read something into the blinking lights. Maybe hoping one of them will flash Don’t leave.

He breaks the silence first. “Say something.”

I inhale, deep and slow, like I need to fill my lungs before I break the both of us.

“I don’t think I can fix this,” I say.

He doesn’t move. “You’re not even trying.”

That stings. But maybe I deserve it.

“Because maybe it’s not broken,” I say quietly. “Maybe it’s just... over.”

He turns to face me, and the pain in his eyes makes my chest cave in.

“That’s it?” he asks.

I look at him. I want to reach for his hand. I don’t.

Inside, something is already slipping away. And this thought blooms in my head, uninvited but clear: my only defense is that, in my mind, this is the way things should be. It’s not fate or destiny that led me to this conclusion; it’s simply the way things are. Let’s just say that I am like rain. Every rain passes away, leaves things as they are, and allows the sun to shine again. Just as every rain, I move on and go to new places, ready to cleanse everything away and pave the way for a new beginning.

I glance at him one more time. He’s breaking right in front of me, and I’m the one making the cracks.

“You were my favorite place to fall,” I whisper. “But I don’t think I’m meant to stay.”

He turns away from me then, wiping at the fogged window with his sleeve, refusing to let me see him fall apart.

I open the door. The rain rushes in. Cold, loud, honest.

I don’t look back. If I do, I might stay.

I step out into the storm, into the kind of night that makes everything feel far away, and I walk.

I don’t know where I’m going yet. Only that I have to go.

And maybe, someday, when the rain clears, he’ll understand.

Maybe I will too.

Labels: stories

Musing: I Told Sunset About You

Thursday, July 03, 2025 10:30:00 PM

There’s a strange comfort in sunsets — in how they say goodbye so beautifully, so inevitably. Maybe that’s why, on the day I let go of you, I stood there watching the sun sink, and whispered your name to the wind.

We didn’t fall apart in a single moment. It was a quiet unraveling. I had already begun grieving you before we even said the words. There were nights I lay beside you feeling the distance grow, days I carried the weight of “almost forever” while smiling like everything was still the same.

Life had other plans for us. It’s no one’s fault, really. Sometimes, love isn't enough to keep two people walking the same path.

Labels: break-ups, Musings