Rain and Cigarettes

I sat in my car, radio coming in and out, as the windows fogged and the rain plummeted down onto my roof. I feel like I've been sitting here  for hours waiting for my tank to fill with gas. It cost me fifty bucks now to fill it all the way, crazy, huh? Luckily I had just gotten that paid internship for that magazine. "Fifty dollars, please." I handed the gas station attendant the $50 bill, and started my car. I felt a rush of heat as it poured out of the vents. It was nice because the rain had made the air cool down so much. I opened up the center console and realized I was out of snacks. I glanced at the floor of the passenger seat, which confirmed that I was out of food by all the empty wrappers on the floor. I wiped the window with my sleeve, and noticed that the gas station had a mini mart. I decided to make a quick stop since I had to get back on the road soon if I ever wanted to make it to my grandmother's. I walked inside which made the little bell on the door ring. It was warm in here. I walked over to the stand with the snacks and started to take my pick. After I had three bags of chips, two boxes of cookies, four coffee drinks, four Snickers bars, and one pack of doughnuts, I walked to the counter. I figured I should buy some cigarettes while I was here, so I looked up at the wide selection. The worker came from the back room, and my heart dropped. It was Steve. We had dated for three years, and then he left me for some chick named Chloe. "Can I have a pack of cigarettes, too, please?" He turned and grabbed one. "Oh," I said as he handed me a pack of Marlboro Cigarettes, "I actually smoke 100s now." He looked shocked and said, "since when can you handle 100s?" I smirked and replied, "I learned to handle a lot more once I was dumped." He gave me a strange look and got me the right pack. He rung up my price which happened to be $14.67, but he cleared the register. "It's on the house." I went to hassle him to take my money, but before I could he handed me the bag of treats and closed the register. "Thank you," I said. I turned to leave the store but knew I had to ask it. "How could you leave me like that? You knew how unstable I was and how much I depended on you." I started to get really worked up. "I know," he said. "Then how could you do it to me!?" I exclaimed. "I realized how much you needed me," he said in such a calm voice, "and I realized it was wrong. You needed to learn to live for yourself for once, not for anybody but yourself. And you needed to depend on yourself. It's clear to me that you learned and are doing really well for yourself now. Isn't that true?" I blushed and continued to interrogate him. "But you left me for her. Why her? Why couldn't you just tell me the truth." "You wouldn't have believed me, Nicole, you would've begged me to stay, convincing me that you'd change. I couldn't take the chance of letting myself believe you. There was never anybody else. I just told you that so you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I stood there for at least a minute staring at him with a look of disbelief and betrayal on my face. I glanced at my watch and realized I had to go to get to my grandma's on time. I walked out of the store without saying anything to him. The rain was falling harder than before, and I just stood there, soaking in it. All I could think of at the moment was how I had left my food and cigarettes in the store.