I stand there, completely stunned into silence. He smiles meekly, and walks back over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Go back inside. It’s beginning to rain.â€? He kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.â€? At that, he walks back into the hotel. I stand there for a minute. Then I turn and go back to the bar. I don’t want to drink anymore. Adam and Peter are still at the table in the bar. Will is gone; he’s probably in his room with some random girl by now. Peter’s head is down on the table; he’s passed out. Adam looks up at me with bleary eyes and asks “Dreamy, what’s wrong?â€? I sit back at the table in Will’s empty chair. “It’s raining outside. I hate rain.â€? Adam slings an arm around me and pulls me into an embrace. “It’s okay, Dreamy. It won’t rain forever,â€? he slurs drunkenly.

I bury my face in his shoulder and begin to cry. Whether it’s out of sadness or hapiness…or both even, is beyond me.