It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so
restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she
came up to see me that week. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella.
Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering.
I walked up to her and said, “You shouldn’t come see me anymore,” and stuff like how we shouldn’t be together.

She said, “I miss you.”
I told her coldly, “Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”
She did not open up her umbrella, and I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, “Open up your umbrella, let’s go.”
Unwillingly, she opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn’t eaten lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, “No!”
Disappointedly, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suitcases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, and she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understood how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treated her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, “Let’s go try the other train station.”

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, “Chris and Susan were here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever.” She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.
She said, “Chris, I can’t find it, it’s not there anymore.”

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I’ve never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn’t care, and said, “Can we go now?”
I opened up my big black umbrella, but she was just standing there, didn’t want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, “You made up the story of you and that other girl, didn’t you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I’ll change, can’t we start over?”
I didn’t say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn’t say a word to each other.

It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years’ feelings. I didn’t have much time, because I would soon start to lose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I’m close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.
The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, losing our last moments in silence.
I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, “Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself.”

She didn’t talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I closed the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn’t hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.
She left, and I haven’t got any more of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn’t see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I’m not Chris, I’m that girl Susan.

using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words

.........欺负我英语学得不好么

应姐姐要求翻译如下

雨一直下了一个多星期了，如此多的雨水让人觉得如此的坐立不安和毫无精神。她打电话说他正向我走来，这是她这星期第三次来看我。她一个人孤零零地站在那里，拿着它的红伞。
她的朋友让她下车。雨仍在下，她冻得打哆嗦。我走近她说：“你不用再来看我了。并且天意多么不愿让我们在一起。
“我想你。”她说。
“我们走，我把你送回家。”我冷酷的说。
她没有撑开她手中的伞，我知道她是想让我和她共享我的那把。
“撑开你的伞，我们走吧！”我说。
她极不情愿地撑开她的伞和我一起走向汽车。她说她还没有吃晚饭问我是否能在什么地方停下来吃个饭。
“不行。”我立即铁石心肠地回答她。

她非常失望，接着问我是否能把她带到火车站，她说她要乘火车回家。大概是因为下雨，所有的火车上都载满了呆着雨伞和手提箱的急着赶回家的乘客，一点也不在意路过的行人。我们等了又等，她天真的看着我。能在一起呆这么长时间，当然我知道她的意思。我理解她一定能够感觉到我对她就像现在的天气一样。她用柔弱的眼睛盯着我，我感觉内疚并且希望她今晚能够留下来。
但是现实再次提醒了我，“我们去其他的火车站试试看吧。”我冷冷的对她说。
我们住在同一幢公寓里，同一层。回想当初，我们一共四个，相处很好。我们总是一起吃晚饭，看电影，有时去宿营。我们就像一个家庭，但是我却不知道如何结束我爱上了我们四个之中唯一的女孩。等到她一毕业，她就会回家，而我还要再呆一年来完成学业。在那一年中，我只能在假期乘火车去看她，但从来不会呆很久。只有那样才能保持我们珍贵的友谊。我们沿着路边向前走。她在我的前面，而卧在她的右后面。她的伞有个筋骨坏了。在途中，我们经过了我们以前经常光顾的公园。

“我们一起去公园一小会吧，我答应我之后就回家。”她向我乞求道。
当她乞求的时候，我冷淡的心开始软化，但我还是摆出一张烦恼的脸走进了公园。我勉强坐在长凳上，看起来倒是想离开的样子。她走向一棵高大的橡树开始寻找什么。我知道她在寻找半年前我们用银色油笔写在橡树上的东西。如果我记得没错的话，写的应该是“克里斯和苏珊来过这里，克里斯喝着茶，苏珊喝着热的可可饮料。希望克里斯和苏珊永远记得今天，永远爱着对方，永远。”她找了好大一会，接着两眼挂满泪水慢慢地走了回来。
“克里斯，我找不到它了，它已经不在哪里了。”她说。
我内心五谷杂陈，开始感到阵阵的痛溜进我的心，一种我以前从没有的痛。但是我能做的就是假装满不在乎，“我们现在可以走了吗？”我说。
我撑开我黑色的大伞，但她只是站在那里，没有一点要走的意思，期待着仍会有一丝机会。“你捏造了一个你和其他女孩的故事，不是吗？我知道我有时会给你添乱，但是我会改掉，我们能重新开始吗？”她说。
我一句话也没说，只是低着头并摇了摇头。之后我们一直向火车站走去，一路上一句话也没说。

四年前，医生说我患了癌症，但是属于早期，仍有治愈的可能。想着没有什么大碍，我继续过着正常的生活并忘掉了它。我从没有再想起过癌症也没有去看医生。直到一个月以前，我的胃连续疼了两个星期，噩梦再次弄醒了我。我去看了医生并拍了一张X片。片子出来之后上面存在一个大的黑点，证实了我不愿相信的真相。我正在我一生中最闪亮的阶段，但却要结束生命。我想让我和我周围的人经受可能性最小的痛苦，所以我决定自杀。但是我不愿人们发现我的意图，尤其是苏珊，她是我在这个世界上最爱的人，而她此时还不知道真相。苏珊还年轻，她不必经历这种痛苦。所以我编造了一些故事欺骗了她。这是一件残忍的事情，深深伤害了她的心，但是这是抹掉我们三年感情的最快的办法。我没有太多的时间，因为我不久就会头发脱落，她最终会发现真相。但是现在我已经接近成功了，表演马上就要结束了。我心里想的是再过30分钟，一切都会结束。