Soulmates

She used to love storms. She would listen to the rain and the rumbling while she was falling asleep or sit on the window sill, playing the guitar, while the weather was going crazy. But she hated storms now. Or at least this one. She hated that the weather was mirroring what was happening inside her right now.
"You'll see," she whispered. "We'll meet each other again in the next life. Before you even have the time to grow up." She smiled. Tears started streaming down her cheeks while she watched the love of her life leave her body forever.