I stepped outside, neck craned into the steady tears of the rain. I didn’t flinch, nor bat an eyelash, firmly watching each drop fall from Heaven. I thought about each and every person I cared for. They all touched me. You did. I remained in embrace of all things known, not mattering to anyone but myself. I absorbed all that I experienced. I didn’t care if it was my undoing.

“What do you hear?”
“Nothing but the rain.”

You’ve got to die.