*Thunder cracks the sky overhead, and a lone figure walks out of the darkness, holding a dramatically ineffective umbrella, for effect. Because, you know, even with umbrellas, people seem to still get inexplicably wet (...) when the situation calls for it*
"You... You..." the figure mumbles, the tears lost in the Dramatic Rain. "You... How could you! I... You... IF YOU LEAVE..." Wiping off its face, even though it's utterly futile, the figure throws down the Dramatic Umbrella, and runs away, their retreat illuminated by a Convenient and Dramatic Flash of Lightning(tm).