There are a lot of stories out there with characters falling in love, but
not all love are meant to last forever. The challenge is to write a story
where the characters fall out of love.

Stories based on something other than Ranma and Sailor Moon gets
extra points.

SOME DAY

It seemed like the rain would fall forever. Shimmering sheets of silver
danced fleetingly with the street light, then turned abruptly with the wind
to disappear into the blackness of the night sky. Racing clouds, high
overhead, revealed by the city's powerful glow, rumbled threateningly. Car
headlights struggled to pierce the moist gloom as they made their way
through the congested downtown streets. And in everyone's ears, the gentle
hiss of  a steady rain falling on the sidewalk, urging their thoughts to
drift as they waited idly to cross the street.

On and on, the rain fell.

Priss rested her elbows on the tenth-story balcony rail and stared out
across the city, her thoughts already captured by the sound of the  falling
rain. Gently twisting and turning, over and over in her mind, but never
reaching any real conclusion. What had happened, and what should never have
happened. The feel of his hands on her skin... so warm, unexpectedly
smooth, endlessly searching. The whisper in her ear, the heat of his breath
on her shoulder. Their bodies taking over, their rational thoughts struck
down by their desire. But never did her heart soar.

The wind suddenly turned, and a soft mist brushed against her face like the
voice of  ghost.

'But I love you, and you love me... Priss, I don't understand.'

Priss smiled to herself as she licked at the cool rain on her lips. He
didn't understand. They never understand.

'Priss, we were meant to be together...'

Priss sighed. There were just too many people who were alone in the world
to buy that. So many people, with broken hearts. And so many people willing
to break them over and over.

'Priss, don't you love me?'

The wind shifted again, this time sending a stinging wave of rain across
the balcony. Priss closed her eyes, and let the rain wash over her, while
the angry wind filled her ears. Then suddenly, silence.

'Well, I hope we can still be friends...'

Friends. She had friends. Real friends. And with three friends that she
felt she could actually trust, she thought she was more fortunate she
should be. No, more friends she didn't need. What she needed was-

"Priss... come back to bed."

Leon's hand on her arm startled her. She struggled within herself to smile
and not pull her arm away too quickly. "Um, that's okay, I'm kinda enjoying
just sitting here..." She hesitated, considering the coldness of her words.
"But you're welcome to join me if you like."

Leon looked at Priss for a long moment, as if searching for a hidden
meaning behind her words. He turned his eyes to follow Priss' blank stare
out into the rain. Nothing but falling water. What was she looking at?
Strange, he thought to himself... It was supposed to be different. Sure,
the sex was pretty good, but he thought maybe... hmmm, he thought maybe
he'd be able to reach her. Get through that wall she hides behind. He
wondered if she *was* hiding. Maybe... maybe she's actually *waiting* for
him to say something. But what?

"Leon," Priss'  voice snapped him out of his wandering thoughts. "Have you
ever been in love?"

Leon stared hard into Priss' eyes, her gaze meeting his with an equal
intensity. Her brown eyes reflected back the dim light from the street
below, catching him off-guard. Suddenly he could hear the rain very clearly.

He thought for a long while before answering. An unfamiliar sadness and
understanding in his voice as he spoke. "No Priss, I guess not."

"Mmmm."

Leon looked back out into the rain, his thoughts slowly drifting away, as
he pondered the future.

"But," he abruptly replied, "I'd like to be someday."

Priss smiled, but did not look at him.

"Me too Leon."

The rain continued to fall, drop after drop after drop. Each one headed for
the same demise.

The hiss was suddenly deafening.

"Someday eh?" Leon offered idly, the unfamiliar sadness washing over him
like the rain.

Priss looked down at her hands. A single drop of water had collected at the
tip of one of her fingers. She watched the drop sway as it grew heavier and
heavier, until finally it fell. She smiled again, as the hiss faded back
into the night.

"Yeah. Someday."

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