Through the Rain

This terrible, overbearing sense of loneliness leaves a burning sensation in your throat. If you had done something; anything... When you heard he was leaving, you did nothing. You sat around, looking at your telephone, just hoping you would get a call, just one call. Steven, I’ve changed my mind.

This is an implied Gerlonso. If you don't dig that, you don't need to read it. No worries. Let me know what you think.

(Also, some sentences are improper and fragmented. This is because it's supposed to sound like a stream-of-consciousness.)