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After saying that, Rachel hung up the phone with a decisive click.
Brian stared at her, disbelief etched across his features.
In the past, any mention of Tracy would trigger Rachel’s jealousy, yet now she actively pushed him in Tracy’s direction.
She had truly transformed.
“You’ve clearly had too much to drink. Don’t wander aimlessly. Wait for Tracy to pick you up,” she instructed. firmly.
“Is that what you genuinely mean?”
Brian’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes cold enough to pierce through her resolve.
Rachel met his stare with unwavering determination and nodded once. “Yes.”
She turned away and made her way upstairs to her apartment.
Once in her room, she gazed through the balcony window and spotted Brian still rooted where she had left him. Perhaps he couldn’t reconcile how the woman who had loved him unconditionally could suddenly walk away with such resolution. Or maybe the alcohol had rendered him immobile.
Regardless, Rachel reminded herself not to soften her stance.
She drew the curtains closed, gathered her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom.
After a shower that stretched just beyond ten minutes, she spent additional time hand–washing several garments.
When she ventured to the balcony to hang them, the faint patter of raindrops reached her ears.
Initially, she dismissed the sound as her imagination and paid no mind to it.
But as the rhythm intensified–growing louder and more insistent–she realized rain had indeed begun to fall.
The weather forecast had predicted heavy precipitation tonight, and it proved accurate.
Rain now poured from the darkened sky.
Her mind drifted to Brian.
She guessed he must have departed by now. Or perhaps Tracy had already collected him.
Rachel forced herself to banish thoughts of Brian from her mind, yet the persistent drumming of raindrops
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After saying that, Rachel hung up the phone with a decisive click.
Brian stared at her, disbelief etched across his features.
In the past, any mention of Tracy would trigger Rachel’s jealousy, yet now she actively pushed him in Tracy’s direction.
She had truly transformed.
“You’ve clearly had too much to drink. Don’t wander aimlessly. Wait for Tracy to pick you up,” she instructed firmly.
“Is that what you genuinely mean?”
Brian’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes cold enough to pierce through her resolve.
Rachel met his stare with unwavering determination and nodded once. “Yes.”
She turned away and made her way upstairs to her apartment.
Once in her room, she gazed through the balcony window and spotted Brian still rooted where she had left him. Perhaps he couldn’t reconcile how the woman who had loved him unconditionally could suddenly walk away with such resolution. Or maybe the alcohol had rendered him immobile.
Regardless, Rachel reminded herself not to soften her stance.
She drew the curtains closed, gathered her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom.
After a shower that stretched just beyond ten minutes, she spent additional time hand–washing several garments.
When she ventured to the balcony to hang them, the faint patter of raindrops reached her ears.
Initially, she dismissed the sound as her imagination and paid no mind to it.
But as the rhythm intensified–growing louder and more insistent–she realized rain had indeed begun to fall.
The weather forecast had predicted heavy precipitation tonight, and it proved accurate.
Rain now poured from the darkened sky.
Her mind drifted to Brian.
She guessed he must have departed by now. Or perhaps Tracy had already collected him.
Rachel forced herself to banish thoughts of Brian from her mind, yet the persistent drumming of raindrops
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against her window disturbed her attempted slumber.
After tossing restlessly beneath her covers, she finally surrendered, rose from the bed, and pulled back the
curtain.
From her elevated vantage point, she could discern only sheets of heavy rain cascading downward.
The downpour had intensified to such a degree that visibility became severely limited.
Nevertheless, the street lamp stood bright and conspicuous through the blur, illuminating a familiar silhouette
beneath it.
It was Brian. He hadn’t left! Yet he hadn’t called her either.
The rain grew heavier still, thunder now rumbling as lightning slashed across the sky.
She didn’t need to imagine how thoroughly drenched he must be.
Rachel battled fiercely with her emotions before eventually yielding to concern. She reached for her phone and dialed the security office.
“Hello, is this the security office? I’m a resident of the complex. Not far from the entrance stands a man in a gray jacket and black pants, wearing a tie, approximately six feet tall. He’s caught in the downpour, and his clothes are completely soaked. Could you please bring him an umbrella?”
“Of course, ma’am. I’ll take care of it right away.”
“Thank you. Oh–one more thing. If he asks, don’t mention me. Just say the you noticed and decided to help.”
“Understood.”
“Thanks again.”
Rachel ended the call and watched from behind the curtain as a security guard approached Brian, umbrella in hand.
Only then did she feel the slightest relief.
With a quiet sigh, she let the curtain fall back into place, returned to bed, and closed her eyes.
Sleep, however, remained as elusive as ever.
A few minutes later, Rachel’s phone rang. The caller ID flashed: Security Office.
She answered at once. The voice on the other end carried a mix of urgency and helplessness. “Ma’am, I did as you asked. I took the umbrella to him, even opened it for him, but…” The guard hesitated before sighing. “He threw it away.”
Rachel didn’t even stop to grab her slippers. She yanked back the curtain, heart pounding.
There, beneath the streetlight, Brian remained as rigid as ever, his posture unyielding against the storm. A few feet away, the umbrella lay abandoned, battered by the relentless rain.
“I’ll try again,” the guard offered
Rachel stayed on the line, watching as the man approached Brian once more, holding the umbrella out like a peace offering. But Brian didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he simply shoved it aside, letting it fall back into a
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The guard sighed again, this time heavier. “I really tried. But I think he’s had too much to drink–his breath reeks of alcohol. And in weather like this? His body won’t hold up for long. You should come down and take
him home.”
Rachel gripped the phone tighter. “I…”
The hesitation in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. The guard, perhaps sensing the deeper story, continued, “Look, it’s obvious you’re worried about him. I’m guessing you two are a couple, right? Lovers fight–it happens. No relationship is without its rough patches. But from where I’m standing, it’s clear he’s trying to make amends. Don’t wait until it’s too late to realize what you’ve lost. Just come get him before he passes out in the cold.”
He didn’t know the full truth, yet his words struck a chord.
Rachel exhaled softly. “Thank you. Keep an eye on him—I’m coming down now.”
She had already showered and changed into her pajamas, but there was no time to fuss over appearances. She grabbed a coat, threw it on, snatched an umbrella, and hurried downstairs.
It took her barely three minutes.
Just as she was about to step closer, umbrella in hand, a sleek car pulled up outside the gate.
The license plate caught her eye. Familiar.
Before she could fully place it, the driver’s side door swung open, and a pair of high heels clicked against the pavement.
“Brian!” Tracy’s voice rang through the downpour as she ran toward him.
Brian stirred at the sound. The cold gnawed at his skin, his head unbearably heavy. Every part of him ached. “Rachel…” he murmured instinctively, his lips barely forming the name. His arms lifted, reaching for the approaching figure, a faint, wistful smile ghosting across his face.
Seeing this, Tracy quickened her pace, closing the distance between them.
And just as his legs gave out beneath him, she caught him.
“Rachel… you finally came,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “I knew you couldn’t leave me… You still care
Then, the weight of exhaustion took him under. His body slackened, his consciousness slipping away. Rachel’s steps halted. Her grip on the umbrella tightened. She had been mistaken again. One truth remained painfully clear: when forced to choose between her and Tracy, Brian invariably selected Tracy.
At that moment, Rachel remained completely unaware that Brian had already lost consciousness.
As she turned to depart, Tracy’s voice cut through the rainfall. “Wait a moment.”
“What do you want?”
Standing amid the persistent downpour, Rachel’s expression had transformed to one of glacial detachment, utterly devoid of warmth.
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