He turned away from her at the door and walked out into the rain. His chest was tight, and each step took him farther from where he wanted to be. Three blocks away, he stopped, needing more than anything to tell her. Turning back, he began to run as fast as he could, and when he reached her door, drenched and breathless, he knocked. It opened, and she stood there.
He faltered, made up an excuse, and left.
Later she would tell him that she had known, but since he couldn’t be honest with her it would never work.