The Umbrella He Never Held for Me
Language: en
Another heavy rain. The company security guard politely handed me an umbrella. "Miss Smith, you're lucky. Your boyfriend's here with an umbrella again." I took it with a bitter smile. The truth was, I had left mine at home on purpose. We were only halfway through rainy season, and my boyfriend had brought me an umbrella twenty times. He had also gone to pick up his childhood sweetheart twenty times. A month ago, on a rainy day just like this one, I slipped and fell. Blood poured from my thigh in an instant. But my boyfriend hesitated. He asked if I could make it to the hospital on…