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He keeps his umbrella close, but never opened. Storm clouds roll in and out of his life, but they never stop to even wet the ground.

He wakes up every morning at 6:15, stays in bed for another five minutes, and takes a shower that lasts eight and a half minutes. He eats two slices of buttered toast and a small tumbler of orange juice. He dresses himself in a blue button-down with a striped tie and shines his shoes so that he can see his face. If it's cold out, he wears his black trench coat and if it isn't, he just wears his sport coat. He carries his briefcase every day, along with his umbrella. He can't forget his umbrella. The train leaves at 7:00 and he is at the station by 6:55. He hasn't missed a day of work in eight years.

His career isn't exactly what he hoped it would have been. If he were to think back on it, he would realize that it isn't even close. Thankfully, he never does.

At 7:45 he goes for his morning coffee run—black with two sugars. Provided the line isn't too long, he can make it back to the office by 7:55 giving him five minutes to spare before his boss comes in with a new stack of paperwork for the day. It's the one bit of uncertainty in his day and he dreads every second of it.

He doesn't speak to any of his coworkers and very few of them speak to him. He had to ask Lisa for the key to the supply room two weeks ago when his printer ran out of ink. While he was there, he grabbed two more to avoid another uncomfortable, unnecessary encounter like this one. Sometimes he hears them talking together in the lunch room. They tell stories about their families at home and things that are on television at night.

He goes for lunch at 11:45 and returns an hour later. He works four more hours then he gets ready to go home, grabbing his coat and his briefcase and lastly, his umbrella, just in case it starts to rain. He takes the same train that he took this morning and the morning before that and the one that he will take tomorrow morning.

It goes without saying that he lives alone. He keeps his apartment in pristine condition, taking time to tidy it up every Sunday. When he gets home he makes coffee, a full pot, out of habit. A habit that he hasn't bothered to break.

She liked coffee and sunshine and city nights and libraries and surprisingly, him. He used to take her out for nice dinners and she would give him books to read and leave poetry in his sock drawer.

She meant to take him out somewhere nice for his birthday, but she forgot to make reservations at their favorite restaurant, so they went down to the train station and asked for the two tickets for the next train, whatever it happened to be. They spent the day running along the beach and had a spontaneous picnic of Nutella and Wonderbread. On the train ride home she fell asleep on his shoulder, he breathed in her hair, it smelled like sunshine and sea salt. He acted how he was supposed to act and it was cliché, he knew it was cliché, but it was the only way he knew how.

He didn't notice that it was ending, or maybe he chose not to. Perhaps there were clues in her untouched breakfasts or the way she would sometimes stare at the window and sigh. If there were, he didn't see them. His story goes something like this: one day, he woke up and she was gone.

And after, it rained for six days straight. He spent those days staring out the window and cleaning out his apartment. On the sixth day he went to the store and bought an umbrella. And when he woke up the next day, the rain had stopped.

That was eight years ago.

He sees girls all over that remind him of her, short, skinny girls with brown hair and knobby knees wearing flowery dresses. He sees them riding bicycles through the park, reading books in cafes, sitting on the train, even Lisa from his office reminds him of her a bit when she laughs. The sinister part of him says that this means that she is easily replaceable, but he doesn't like to think about that. He doesn't like to think about her.

One day he found himself at the train station, just like every other day. He was carrying his briefcase and his umbrella as he waited for the train to pull up to the platform. He noticed a young woman looking at him, he gave her a polite smile and went back to his newspaper.

"Excuse me sir," she said. "Why are you carrying an umbrella?"

He looked down at the umbrella resting on the ground and then back at her.

"I'm just waiting for the rain."
I wasn't going to upload this, but the more I read it, the more fond of it I grew.

The umbrella is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor.

Also, I took the first line from this fantastic list of prompts.
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bookbrink Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
NEEEEEERGH
Where has this glorious piece of psychological heart break been all my life?!?
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2012  Student Writer
Where has this glorious person who has Bobby Carlyle as their icon been all my life?!?
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bookbrink Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I know right?! He's so beautiful.
...Gosh, I hope he never sees that.
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The-Tabby-Tiger Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2012  Student General Artist
This is heart breaking but really really well written, glad you uploaded this.
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you! :heart:
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Lottie-Girl Featured By Owner May 15, 2012  Student General Artist
I love the time structure in this, to show how everything has to be done at a certain time, that was really interesting.
Such a moving story, I'm glad you uploaded this and shared it with us.
Beautiful.
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner May 16, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you! :heart:
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Lottie-Girl Featured By Owner May 17, 2012  Student General Artist
Welcome :D
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justlittlemusings Featured By Owner May 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I always love your writing. No matter how many deviations I'm forced to delete from my inbox without reading, I always know yours is one of the ones worth finding time for.
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner May 6, 2012  Student Writer
Ah! You are too kind. :heart:
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WaKip Featured By Owner May 1, 2012   Writer
EVEN MY COMMENT IS A METAPHOR!!
...and on to your deviation.
Beautiful, I can't expect much else from you though eh? I do not normally enjoy these type of pieces but this drew me in, somehow his boring life made me want to read more. Probably because I expected it to have reasons and I wanted to find them out. This piece made me honestly feel pretty sad for him, and the last line was perfect. I find it was a good way to end the piece. Great job, definitely favorite worthy.
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner May 1, 2012  Student Writer
Ah! You are too sweet. Thank you very much! :heart:
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WaKip Featured By Owner May 3, 2012   Writer
Its my pleasure~ :)
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Nightlockgirl Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is so beautiful! I absolutly LOVE your writing! :D
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you very much! :hug:
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Nightlockgirl Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Your welcome! :)
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TURNIP-SLOP Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Wow, this is great! Rather scarily I am left feeling empty and hollow inside after reading that because of much I got sucked into his mindset and his life! and just from a few short paragraphs too! I also have an urge to go make a coffee... :P Keep up the good work!
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Student Writer
I'm glad you liked it so much! :hug:
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dreamhead321 Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
This is brilliant! Great Work!
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thanks!
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DJMeta Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is brilliant, I'm glad you decided to upload this. I love the attention to detail, the ending was perfect, and I can really feel the hidden meaning in this piece. Fantastic work :D
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you! I am glad that you like it!
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daithe Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is so beautiful, and so sad. Everything is illustrated perfectly - but you're not too obvious about everything and that makes it even better. : >
:clap: You have a wonderful writing ability.
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you! :hug:
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NoOneWouldListen Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012
this is so extremely interesting that I don't know what to say! I love how you picked up a common object and turned it into a symbol. Great work! =)
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xthe-eleanorx Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you very much!
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NoOneWouldListen Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2012
you're welcome =)
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