A young boy raced away from a girl that looked to be about the same age; he laughed with a teasing face. The girl, with her two pig tails, chased after him—panting—as he disappeared out of sight.
"Wait for me!" she cried, losing her breath. As she reached the corner, the little girl lost her footing and fell face first onto the cold, cement ground. I was standing too far, but I can tell that she started to cry. I took a step forward towards the girl. However before I could do anything, the boy appeared from around the corner.
"You're such a cry baby," I could hear him say. "A slow poke and a cry baby. Jeez, who would ever want to marry you?"
"Shut up!" the girl screamed at him, her voice cracking. From her movements, I could tell that she started to cry harder.
He sighed at her shaking form and said, "There's no helping it. I guess I'm the only one that can handle you." With that said, he pulled her up swiftly and gave her a small smile. She looked at him dumbfounded before they both disappeared out of my sight.
Now, there was no one in sight. I stand alone in the street; a light breeze brushed my shoulder-length, pink hair away from my face as I started to remember the events earlier on in the day. I couldn't help but bite my lip and bear the pain. Walking slowly towards no certain direction, I could start feeling the small droplets of rain hitting my body. I didn't care where I went as long as I could forget about everything that had happened. The pain grows stronger with each step I take. The soft pelting of the rain could not drown out the tears slipping from my eyes. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I slid onto the ground with both knees and grasped onto the metal pole secured around the corner of the street as if it were the only support that was left. Gone. He's really gone.