At the end of the storm there is always a rainbow

I sat there, crying. The breakup had been horrible, just horrible. The storm raged on. I wanted to kill myself. He didn’t love me. He was the only one I loved. I held the bottle of pills in my hand… If he didn’t love me, I didnt want to be alive. I raised them to my mouth….
Thunder roared and lightning flashed.
what was I doing? The rain slowed down. Was I really about to end my life over a stupid guy? I looked down at them, scaring myself half to death over how I had come so close to being dead. The rain subsided. I put the bottle away. He hadn’t been THAT great.
A month later, I was with a new guy.
At the end of the storm, there is always a rainbow.

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