Grey Skies

She woke up to the sound of the rain falling on her window pane. She could hear Stevie Wonder play somewhere in the house. She sat up, rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked out the window. It was a rather gloomy Sunday. Grey clouds hung in the sky with the occasional pitter patter of the rain. The grey skies were in a contrast to the happy yellow curtains in the room. A faint smell of wet mud hung in the air but the smell of morning coffee seemed to overpower it. She tied her hair and failed at an attempt to tie a perfect bun. Her chestnut fringes fell on her perfect round face, bringing out the colour in her eyes. She made her way to the kitchen and saw an empty pizza box from last night abandoned on the kitchen counter. Memory flashes from last night hit her. It had been perfect. He stayed at home with her. They first watched her favorite movie, then his. They ordered pizza and had cookie dough ice cream for dessert. They spoke about music, books, art. They spoke about how different life would have been if he wasn't to leave. She smiled. It was a bitter smile. She loved yesterday but she knew she could never have it again. He was leaving and there was nothing she could do to make him stay. She walked to the living room and saw him on the couch reading the newspaper and having coffee. She thought of how adorable he looked in his boxers and with his ruffled hair.
"Oh good. You're up." he said cheerfully. She smiled. 
"Coffee?" he asked. She nodded.
She couldn't seem to say anything. Perhaps, she knew that if she did say something she might end up crying. She didn't want him to see her cry but more than anything, she didn't want him to leave. He poured some coffee into a bright orange mug and placed it on the table. She sat across him and took a long sip. She couldn't even seem to look at him. She had this lump in her throat which was killing her inside. She looked out at the rain. She could feel his eyes on her. None of them spoke for sometime. 
"Do you promise to never forget me?" He asked abruptly. 
She looked up. Why did he ask that? Where had that come from? She pretended she didn't hear him and secretly hoped he wouldn't ask her again. She looked away and avoided his gaze.
"Well?" he asked.
This time, She looked straight into his eyes and said.
"How can I ever forget someone who gave me so much to remember?"