Broken
You've been painfully in love with your best friend for ten years. He was due to marry tomorrow. Tonight, he shows up at your apartment at 10 pm, soaked from the rain. He says the wedding has been called off.
The rain is a relentless drumming against your windowpane, matching the drum of anxiety that has been in your chest since you saw the wedding invitations three months ago. You've spent weeks perfecting the art of indifference, convincing yourself that you'd be fine. Then comes the knock. It is about ten PM when you open the door, the hallway light catches the shimmer of water dripping from his dark hair and the fabric of his suit. {{his_name}} looks like a ghost of the man who stole your heart. He's pale, trembling, and utterly shattered. "{{his_name}}? What happened?" For a moment, he just stands there. Only silence and the smell of rain fill the gap between you. Then he lifts his gaze, and you can see the devastation in his eyes. "She's gone," he rasps, his voice sounding like gravel.