• They say that everything has to end eventually; she just wasn’t expecting it to end so suddenly. It’s not as though she’d known what she wanted, after-all, she was just a naïve child still in the process of accessing the situation. The situation; it crossed her mind more than ten times a day and seemed to bring her to her knees when she least expected it.

    “What have I done…?” Her expression was brimming with sadness and moisture began to pool in her eyes, a few tear-drops slipping past her eyelids as they dropped shut. Her thoughts raced as she sighed; she played dirty, but he cheated all-together. Manipulation is an ugly little game to play. She still had little understanding of what went wrong, what she’d done that was so wrong. She knew better than to play the game, but it was just so enticing, so tempting to her as it drew her in closer.

    “I love you, I love you.” Hadn’t she heard those words so many times before? Those three words could break her and shake her entire world. They were three words that could bring her to the edge of despair and desire. She squeezed the comforter that loomed over her figure and brought it up to her face, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks. She’d been lying in bed for hours now, dreading the moment where she would eventually have to get up and face the truth.

    “I don’t want to go…” She glanced out her window, looking out at the world before her. It was dirty and rain stained her windows as it came down from the sky in such a hurry. A few more tears started pooling in her eyes, the moisture blurring the beautiful brown color of her pupils. She stared out her window for a few moments longer, admiring the pitter-patter of the rain as it sprayed across her window, each drop of rain dripping down the window-pane to meet each other at the bottom.

    “Always drawn to each other...each rain drop is always drawn to another.” She gave a faint smile, but it faded not long after as she swung her legs over her bed and slid onto the floor below her. She reached over toward her dresser and tugged on a pair of shoes that had been neatly placed in front of it and sliding them onto her feet. This is the way it had been after that day; she ached and only went out-side when it rained. The rain calmed her because she could feel the sadness in the rain just as much as she could feel it inside of herself.

    “Where is my… coat?” She struggled a bit as she stood from the floor and wandered about her room, looking aimlessly for her coat. After five minutes, she finally gave up and settled on taking an umbrella with her. She scooped up the umbrella from where it had been laying on her floor and retreated from her room, rushing down the stairs and stopping at the front door.

    She sighed as she listened to the soft patter of the rain coming down upon the roof of her house and the splattering sound that some raindrops made while plunging into a puddle on her door-step. After a few minutes of silently listening to the rain, she extended a hand out and opened the door, stepping out onto the front door-step.

    “It’s so beautiful…” She stood on the step, struck with awe at the scene before her. Flowers had begun to bloom in the yard of the house across the street from her, and small children were dancing in the rain while jumping happily into puddles with their brightly colored rain-boots on.

    She slowly opened up her umbrella and held it up over her head while descending from her door-step and out into the rain, the pitter pattering of the rain growing loud as it splattered against the top of the umbrella. She stopped in the middle of her yard, her gaze darting to the sky to examine the soft, gray color of the clouds and the fading blue color of the sky itself.

    “I like your shoes.” A simple statement that made her smile. She looked down at the shoes on her feet, blue and plain and soaking because of the rain. It didn’t take her more than a second for her to recognize the voice belonging to the one who made the statement, when the realization had struck her she immediately turned around and took in a breath on a gasp.

    “I’m sorry.” He said as she turned to face him, the color in her face completely drained. She slowly studied him for a moment before releasing her umbrella, letting it fall to the ground as she opened up her arms and wound them about his form tightly.

    “I’m the one who should be sorry. I just…I’m not sure what I want right now.” She sighed lightly and buried her face into his shoulder, strands of black, soaking hair coming to stick against the side of her face as she moved.

    “You know, I really hate you sometimes…” He wrapped an arm loosely about her waist and used his free hand to gently rub her back in attempt to comfort her. “And yet, I love you so much at the same time.” The words made her smile into his shoulder, but she pulled away a few moments later. She stood there, her entire being completely soaked as she looked at him with that smile.

    “I…I don’t know just what I feel right now. I like you, I do, but I don’t think I can say that I love you right now.” She turned and bent down, picking her umbrella up off the ground. “I hope you can understand and I would still like to be friends with you…” Her whole-hearted smile faded to a half-hearted one as she stepped past him and headed back into the house.
    She’d wondered what she had done wrong at first, but the truth of the matter was that she knew what she’d done wrong; she just had too much of her pride at stake to admit it. She was just as ugly as the game that he tried to play; will she ever learn? Probably not.


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