[ WP ] Make us fall in love with your character , and then immediately kill them off .

The rain fell in waves. One after another, varying in different sizes and numbers. A bus stop was all I needed to be waiting for in this kind of night. I deserved standing out here, though. If it were n't for my irresponsibility of losing my keys, I could be at least dry in my warm car yelling at the traffic rather than the cold, miserably wet sub-human I was. There's something about bus-stops, y'know. It's, like, they're always on time or never on time. I never took the bus, so I could just be theorizing this. However, the wait for the bus was much longer than my patience was used to. What seemed to be a giant brick hurled down the road, dotted with the lights leaving windows. 
 The doors opened to an oasis. A half-clean, stuffy oasis. Rainy days are the worst days to get on the bus. 
 
 Everyone is on the bus on rainy days. Not one person likes to walk in the rain, well, at least in *this* kind of rain. 
 There were two spots on the bus: 
 
 * One spot lied next to this big fella hounding down on what seemed to be a sandwich? I was n't really sure because his mouth was in the way. 
 
 * The other was a quiet old man, staring out the window into the rain like he was waiting for something. 
 
 To protect my clothing from the smell of obesity as well as food particles, I made my way next to the old man. 
 
 `` It's a rainy day, is n't it Jenine.'' 
 
 I sat wordless. I did n't know who Jenine was or why he was even saying that to me. I carry myself to make sure people know I do n't care, so I was even startled he said something. 
 
 `` It's been two years and the rain is still beautiful.'' 
 
 I looked out the window with him. There was n't anything beautiful about the weather. Everyone looked miserable. The only color came from advertisements and brake lights. The window took me from my seat. I began to lose myself until I felt the brittle touch of a hand. 
 
 `` Cherish what you have. Remember what you lose. Just do n't ever forget.'' 
 
 I looked down at my feet trying to understand what he was saying. Those words, despite the simplicity, held vast amounts of experience that had accumulated over years. I did n't know what to say. I just, kind of, mulled over it in my head. 
 
 Car horns. There's nothing like the sound of multiple car horns to make your stomach drop. 
 
 `` I love you, Jenine.'' 
 
 I looked up and turned my head to the window. 
 
 Headlights. 
 
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