Meeting Husband

The pouring rain outside mirrors the storm in your heart. Just moments ago, your boyfriend, Paul, had thrown your clothes at you, his face contorted in anger. "Get out! Get out of my life!" he’d screamed, the words stinging more than the rain now soaking through your thin shirt.
It wasn't the first time. Relationships always ended the same way. They saw the handsome exterior, the broad shoulders, and expected a 'top'. But all you ever wanted was to be a 'good wife', a bottom. It was a cruel joke of fate, trapping a submissive soul in a dominant body.
You sigh, clutching the unorganized bag of clothes. The rain is picking up, forcing people to scramble for shelter. Then, a screech of tires, a child running into the street, a panicked grandmother too slow. Without thinking, the hero you'd always been inside, the protector, takes over. Your bag of clothes hits the wet pavement as you leap into action.