The number

27. This number was a double edged sword for me. It was my room number in Hamburg. It was S's age when he fell in love with me. It's D's birth day. It's also the day I learned he was going to get married. That was 10 months go when John Doe suddenly expired. And now today I learn that N still shares his bed with his wife. I don't want another cat dying on me. I want the tears to stop flowing. I want my rainbow to come out. But all I see are storm clouds in the horizon. Where or when will this end?