She sat next to the windowsill watching the rain come down. She remembered the time they had disagreed on the sound of raindrops. “Pitter patter,” said the one. “Tap tap,” said the other, their voices hushed beneath the sheets, their arms interlaced, as if they were meant to hold each other forever. The rain kept coming down calm, performing its duty, and she could no longer remember what side she had been on during that rainy day. It didn’t matter now anyway, except that she wished it did. Some realizations came a little too late, she knew, and with it the unbearable echo of helpless memories. She closed her eyes, took a breath of acceptance, and listened to the rain continue to beat itself slippery onto the window. 

-LBCH