You, me, in the rain
I was on my way home from school when it started to rain. Everyone in the streets ran for shelter, some covering their heads with newspapers or their jackets. But I didn't. I enjoyed it, I welcomed the rain. I stood in the rain, under a lamp-post and let my mind wonder, wonder back to him, to our moments together.
We would always walk together, run together. We were close, very close in fact. I remember the best moment I have of us: the time when he told me that he liked me. That he deeply cared about me.
We stopped our walk, as it started to rain. I would have normally tried finding a place to hide from it; but when he just abruptly stopped and stood there, I did too. My feet were glued into place, as if they were told to just stay. I stood in front of him, holding his steady gaze as he locked eyes with me.
I was tempted to break the silence that floated between us then, but I didn't. I couldn't.
He did, instead.
''Eliza,'' He started, I remember his voice was quiet.
I softened my gaze in reply.
''I've been needing to tell you something for a while.'' He gave me an embarassed smile.
I remember that at this point, my hands became clammy, heart racing.
''I really, really, like you. You are such an ama-'' I interrupted him by diving into him and hugging him. It felt right. I've loved him for so long, I just needed him to say the words. And he did.
As I hugged him I became all flushed, since I then felt silly for diving in on him like that, but he welcomed the hug with his arms wrapped around my back.
When I pulled away, he was smiling and I was, too; we were all wet and shining.
''I really, really, like you, too.'' I responded.
He then kissed me on the cheek. I felt breathless, I felt as if I were floating.
And although it was a quick, peck on the cheek, it was warm and loving and said it all.
I owe it to the rain...
Her face went red,
instead of it's normal paleness like bread,
as she stood inbetween a group,
who stole her pride; she was petrified.
Instead of support, jibes came out from those who watched.
Fingers were pointing like the arms of a clock.
Tears were forming,
as well as her fears.
She ran away, past others, past the crowds of people as they chatted.
Past a concerned boy and girl,
Why the others ignored her like a shadow,
but praised her flaws and differences...