The Storm After the Storm

A short story.

"All you did was out of love and purity of your heart. All he did was exploit your purity; use your body and soul for his own physical and mental pleasures. You were the rainbow at the end of his storm, but he was the thunder that polluted your sunshine."

The type of story that when you finish you wish you could erase from your memory, just to be able to read it again for the first time.

Credentials: everyone who's read it has cried.