Laura remained silent, her hand gradually loosening. She spoke softly. "Then I won't come back. You don't want me to come back, do you?"
The breathing on the other end grew heavier and Darren was panting deeply. "Fine... you’ve even learned to threaten people. Laura, if you have the guts, then never come back!"
This time, the expected softening didn’t come.
Laura looked up at the gray, overcast sky, unable to see even a trace of sunlight.
It was just like her mood. After too long under the clouds, she had forgotten the existence of the sun.
Her voice was light and airy as she gazed at the sky. "Darren, do you remember the weather when we first met? It was just like this. It's so nice. Now, as I leave, it's the same weather. I won't come back."
Darren's heart sank, a panic he had never felt before overwhelming him.
In his mind, the thought of how Laura could leave flashed quickly and he even started to believe that this time, she wasn't just speaking out of anger.
For the first time, Darren felt afraid. His mood sank along with it.
He instinctively turned around, intending to go back, but the rain outside had grown heavier.