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Rain (Part 3)

He says nothing. Like the last time, I cried my eyes dry. He sits there silently letting me rant, letting me go on because he has nothing to say or because he doesn’t want to. And it breaks me yet further that he does not even care enough to give me an explanation. I feel like a broken vase that has been put together with adhesive only strong enough so far. I feel frozen and numb and a million different things but he sits there with no emotion on his face. I shed teardrops bigger than the hope I carried in myself. I curl up like the earthworm from the rain in the bush nearby. I know I should stop but I don’t know how to. I never knew how to.


“I’m tired, Ty. I’m tired of pretending that I am done with it, done with you. I’m tired of wanting to text you and asking my friends if I should when I know I will be getting the same answer every time. I don’t fucking understand how can I still dream of someone I left behind every other day. Every day I dream of you as if nothing happened or if it did it still worked out or even if it didn’t that I am trying. I am sick of these random breakdowns and unasked-for tears. I loathe that every night my mind subconsciously injects memories into my head, memories that I do not wish to see. Memories that were never made and I wanted to make someday but not anymore. I hate that after everything that went wrong, I am willing to forgive you. I hate that you are going on with life as normally as one could and here I am still left with these leftover crooked feelings, damp and stinking, rotting into nothingness. You used to say leaving was never an option Ty, and look at me now spending my nights alone staring at ceilings as if they would somehow liven up and tell me what to do and how to do. How to get over this hurt, ahead of this hurt.” I’m breathless as I am practically screaming by now. I collect my breath trying to calm myself down, getting flashbacks of a convo we had some time back. I realize I’ve said too much when I notice a tear on your cheek. I crumble.


“I’m sorry Ty. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I never really thought of a life after you, I mean, sure we talked about it but I never thought it would turn real someday. And now it’s real and I am alive and breathing in this world without you by my side. I thought, I really thought we’d make it. I’ll shut up now.”
I say as I get a few handwritten letters out of my bag, letters I wrote but never had the chance to give. I hand them to him and he takes them and looks at me to tell him what they are.
“I knew you’d be coming. I had a feeling. One of these, I wrote a few days ago when I decided to visit. I think I should leave now. I… I’m sorry Ty.”

“I think it has stopped raining…” he says looking up at the sky.

“Of course it has, we aren’t dancing in it.” I say as I sprint out of that place, the place I used to look forward to for ten years of my life. The place I knew to be the only home besides my real one. I leave with no intention of ever coming back not that I will ever be able to. It has stopped raining.

Rain (Part 1)

I step in and it feels like a different world. A world I have known forever maybe even in my past lives. It feels like a million years since I last came here but also like yesterday. I remember my plan. I’ll go on a day it is assumed to be raining, sit on the bench near the book shop, facing the ground in the U-shape building. I would sit there until it starts to rain and I would watch the rain like we did when we used to be a part of this place, when we made this place from our existence. When this place was mine, ours. I cross the book shop and sit exactly where I was supposed to. I can see some young kids playing volleyball in there and shouting at the top of their lungs. I can see the usual buzz of the place and the air that is filled with moments that are becoming memories with every passing second. The memories these kids will reminisce if only they could remember them. I am overwhelmed. I continue to breathe in my thoughts as I see a guard walking towards me asking me who I am and what am I doing there sitting. I tell myself to be a pass-out student waiting for the period to get over so that I could meet a particular teacher. I lied, of course, I was there entirely because I missed that place. I was just writing in my notes when the first drops of rain touch the ground and the students run around finding shelter to save themselves from getting drenched. It’s funny watching them trying to avoid the rain as it was the only thing I lived for in these months. Getting drenched tip to toe, watching you do the same. I can literally cry my eyes out to this bare memory if I try to but I will save them for later. I heard a guy, seemingly an 11th grader, talking trash about the school, my school, our school, and I could not help but get offended. And don’t get me wrong I remember doing this myself as well but somehow now that I’m not a part of this world anymore it means the world to me. I know it sounds hypocritical but be it. As I watch my surroundings, I see that one girl not hiding away from the rain, letting it soak through her clothes, her body. Now, I might just start crying. As I continue watching her I see a guy walk right behind her and let himself get soaked too. Oh, to be that girl. Wait, I have been that girl, haven’t I? The two seemed to be in love, more like the last few days of friendship right before they fall in love. Deep, kind, breathtaking love, funny, exciting, exhilarating love. The kind of love that lifts you from the ground before it turns into convicting, soul-crushing love, bloodsucking, suicidal love. I had it once, I still do I guess. The bell rang and the clatter around starts to go back to their classes as their period seems to be over. They dread to go back to their classes, not knowing how dearly they would miss even the tiniest bit of it once they leave this place behind. There aren’t many people around anymore and luckily the guard is not in sight anymore, giving me enough time to be sad in peace. I am in a weird place honestly. I have always believed myself to be the type to always have her next move planned out, to know how the day is to go, to have it all planned out. But somehow, for the first time in my life, I don’t know where I’m going, what I want. For the first time in my life, I seem to have lost purpose, direction, and motivation all at once. And I believe you are a big reason for me feeling this way. It always baffles me how one person by your side can make you go through the darkest days by keeping you safe in their arms and how the same person can take that comfort away within a fraction of a second and leave you on the brink of existence. I miss, in bold capital letters, being yours. I am certainly crying by now, I think as I touch my face and yes, I was. If, only if there was a way to turn back time. I would give all my tomorrows for that one yesterday. I would sell my soul to be able to live those few days again even if I know that every time I would end up the same way, crying, brokenhearted, unwanted. I would not think twice. I dreamt of a life with you and that life was taken away from me ruthlessly a few months back. I fought but I lost. I sometimes stop and wonder if you think all of this too, if you feel this way too. Or are you free from these suffocating thoughts and leading your life without me, like it used to be before you ever met me. I remember one of the last things you told me was that you watch the moon when you’re lonely. Now I watch the moon hoping that maybe someday, we both would be watching the moon at the same time, at the exact same moment, with the same thought in our heads and the moon would look at the two of us, disheartened, thinking how good we could have been. I am crying my eyes out and probably making sobbing noises too.
I hear the guard from a distance and almost prepare myself to be thrown out of this place like we were once before because it does not belong to us anymore when I see something too extraordinary to believe. No way, there is no way on earth. I am sitting but my legs are trembling from the sight in front of me, the sight of you. I wipe off my tears in haste as I see you walk towards me, flesh and blood, like I remember.