okay this is a scene in the middle of my book so what do you think? any advice, or critique is appreciated. thx!

Finally, Tyson lifted his eyes and took a step forward closing the space. Leaning in his face was so close that for a split-second I had a small glint of hope that everything was going to be okay.
“Goodbye Kiara,” he breathed. He gave me a quick peck on my cheek before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away without looking back. I stared after him, praying that he would just look back and realize that this was a mistake. It wasn’t long until the darkness had enveloped him completely. I sat down heavily on the wet asphalt, in shock. My head fell down into my hands, and the pain finally hit me.
I cried for everything. I cried because I had lost Tyson, because Lena was so messed up and my plan had crumbled into a lost cause, because Rave wasn't here to help and never would be. I cried because life was collapsing down around me and I was trapped in pain.
I wanted to turn back time. I wanted to go back to that place where I could sit peacefully and never have to experience this. I wanted to go all the way back and refuse this ludicrous idea.
Above me the sign flickered off and the last of the cars drove off careful to avoid me, the girl who sat sobbing in the middle of the deserted of the parking lot. The wind picked up around me, and goose bumps erupted on my skin. Still I sat, face going red and eyes becoming swollen from the crying, but I didn't care. Only when the first few raindrops began to fall did I look up. I glared up angry at everything that lay beyond that dark sky.
I was startled when a strong hand was placed on my shoulder. A flash of lightning brightened up the strangers face for a moment giving away that it was the bartender I had briefly looked over earlier. He was holding an umbrella that covered both of us with one hand while he extended the other toward me.
“Would you like to come inside?” he asked. The thunder sounded, reverberating off the walls of the buildings prolonging the noise. I nodded and took his hand.
He closed the door behind me shutting out the sounds of the rain that had now escalated into a full out thunder storm. After shaking out the umbrella the middle-aged bartender made his way back to his post behind the counter. Unsure of what else to do, I followed him and took a seat on the nearest stool.