Prologue
The memories flooding back didn't help at all. The rain starts to slow down, and I felt each drop pound my face. I tried to stand up, but I didn't have the strength to do it. Or the motivation, either. I wanted to become a drop of rain, to be evaporated and carried away. To start over.
She didn't deserve what I did to her. She needs much more than an asshole like me. I disrespected her. I treated her wrong. And it's all my fault.
I want to correct this, but there is absolutely no way in all hell would she want to listen. She wouldn't even want to hear my voice. But all I want to her is hers. Her loud cackle and that stupid, stupid smirk just light something inside of me. Her harsh whisper and fantastic roar gets my heart beating, my face flushing.
Those putrid red glasses which hide her beautiful eyes. I don't care if they're gone or in there, they are angelic. Her ludicrous haircut makes my heart swell up and-
This is so goddamn cheesy. Why am I missing her? It's not my fault things had to be this way.
Or is it?