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Catching the Rain
Prologue
When I was little, I used to believe that I could see images in the rain. I would stand outside for hours, just staring, trying to make out the different scenes. Then the rain would stop, and I would come back inside, my clothes completely drenched. And before I could flood the house with my drenched self, my mother would come running out of nowhere to tackle me with a soft towel. We would giggle and sometimes, she would get wet too.
My fondest memories. Even though I've almost forgotten her face, I can still hear her voice, fresh in my mind. And when I think about it too much, it makes me whistful. I get kinda sad, and I can feel myself reaching out for her. I start to regret things. "I should have been able to help." or, "If only I were stronger."
And then I get desperate. I don't want to remember. These stupid memories that only cause pain. I'll cry myself out, fall asleep. Waking up the next morning is hard, because I'm dehydrated. Managing it is a miracle, because it's something that I don't want to do.
This is one of the few memories that I have. It goes from being happy and feeling loved to being alone and in the dark. I don't really know what happened, either. But I don't mind.
My name is Demyx, and this is my life.
Yay! Thankyou very much for reading this prologue. It's not much...but I said I would try to put something out. So here it is!