Rain

Just something I had in mind.. Nothing great, same old cliches I love. Enjoy :)

It was dark. Deafening thunders roared, as black, dense clouds were rolling towards the hill. Lightnings were pelting relentlessly between the old oak trees. I watched the heavy downpour from my bedroom window and played my heart-shaped locket between my fingers. I heaved a sigh of relief. I can't bear putting on fake smiles for them anymore. No pats on the back, no laughters, no nothing. No kidding.

"I shall put a stop to this whole charade once and for all". My thoughts dwelled in my mind as the painful memory did its relapse in my brain for the gazillionth time. But it can't stop no matter how hard I tried to block it. It kept on coming and tailing me like a faithful little golden retriever. But this one is a species of evil. The one that gives a burning throbbing sensation in your chest. As though its little teeth are biting into your flesh, embedding the venom that leaves you in constant pain that never goes away. It makes you wanna lose it and just let the pool of tears you were holding back, to flow free.

"Its him. Isnt it?" A vague little voice suddenly spoke. The inaudible voice I detested so much for always telling me the truth. The truth I'd like to sugar-coat. The truth I longed for an hour soak in honey maple. It won't be that hard to swallow I thought to myself.

I brought my chin away from the sill and went to search under my bed. Its the wooden box. Dusty. Frail. Broken. My upper lip trembled as I unlocked the box with the locket I treasured so much. I read all the letters. I looked at the photos. Movie tickets. Little notes. Everything we shared.

The bell rang. I gasped. "It couldn't be any other time could it?" Annoyed,I quickly wiped my tears and blew a few deep breaths in front of the mirror. "Cominggg!" I hurriedly ran down the stairs. Who could it be? I fumbled with the knob and pulled the door open.

I hated my mind for playing tricks with me. No no no no. This can't be him. A stupendous fine lad with soft baby blue eyes was standing before me. No, this is not him. I tried convincing myself. That lad was drenched top to toe. He stared into my swollen, bloodshot eyes as I begun to shake my head in indenial. It felt like the time had stopped. And the air around us was stagnant. He opened his mouth. "I'm sorry it had to be that way". He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around me. My face was lodged into his warm chest. I wept like I never had. He pulled me tighter and we stood like that what it seemed to feel like a century. And the downpour settled into beads of tiny drizzles..