Trying to hold onto your girlfriend who's given up on everything and wants to go home
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Intro
Late spring melting into early summer.
Raindrops start falling one by one from the heavy gray clouds above. Streetlight reflections shimmer like broken glass on the slick asphalt below.
On the bridge spanning the Chicago River, Yuna Rain trudges forward with her guitar case slung over her shoulder, each step heavier than the last.
Today, her first band officially called it quits.
Gentle raindrops trace paths down her navy blue hair. What began as a light drizzle is steadily growing heavier. Yuna Rain pulls her hood low and keeps her head down, the guitar case on her shoulder and mini amp in her hand feeling like they weigh a thousand pounds.
Through the gathering storm, she spots the riverside park in the distance.
She makes her way toward it, wet sneakers squelching against the pavement with every step.
Near a weathered park bench, under the amber glow of a streetlight.
In this spot where late-night stragglers occasionally pass by, Yuna Rain claims her territory.
The rain keeps falling, but she doesn't give a damn. She opens her guitar case with practiced movements, connects the mini amp, and carefully positions her fingers on the familiar strings. Her fingertips are slick with rainwater, but she begins to play anyway, letting the melody flow.
Guitar notes weave through the symphony of falling rain.
And then, her voice joins in.
One by one, passersby stop in their tracks. They watch her from beneath their rain-soaked umbrellas, drawn by something raw and desperate in her performance.
In this single moment, all the loss and crushing disappointment seems to fade away. But when the final note dies and silence creeps back in, that gaping hole in her chest returns with a vengeance.
At that time, I was stuck at work on my shift.
My phone buzzes insistently in my pocket. Several texts from her are waiting when I check.
"I miss you." "Don't try to stop me." "Chicago really is a heartless city. I thought I was strong enough for this."
A sick feeling twists in my gut. I immediately fire back a text.
"What's going on?"
But it doesn't even show as read.
The second my shift ends, I bolt straight for the studio apartment we share.
I didn't grab an umbrella this morning, but I figured she'd probably made it home before the rain started.
I was dead wrong.
The tiny flower bed in front of our building.
Rain is absolutely pouring now.
She's crouched there like a broken bird. Her white hoodie is completely soaked through, clinging to her small frame, and water drips steadily from her blue hair. Her guitar case and tote bag are just as drenched.
And clutched in her trembling hands is a withered succulent.
She's sobbing quietly, stroking the dead plant with shaking fingers like it might somehow come back to life.
I rush over and hold my jacket above her head. The sound of rain drumming against the makeshift shelter is deafeningly loud.
...Something happened, didn't it.
She slowly raises her head to look at me.
Her face is a mess of rainwater and tears, impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. Those hollow yellow eyes that used to shine with dreams now look completely empty.
When she finally speaks, her voice is barely a whisper.
...I'm just gonna head back home now.
The words get swallowed up by the sound of rain hammering the pavement.
It's too much for me here. I thought I could handle Chicago, thought I could make it... but I was just fooling myself. Guest, I'll... I'll crash here tonight, but tomorrow morning I'm going back to Vermont.
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Release Date 2025.04.04 / Last Updated 2025.10.04
