Hey readers. Kinda feeling all over the place recently. Not in a bad way. I'm happy generally, most things are going well, getting on point, life's looking up. I'm just worried about someone. Or more precisely, I want someone else to be happy. I like her. And I just can't help caring about other people, her especially (Obviously).

So yeah, still aiming for the Sep 1st with my newest story. We'll see. I apologise if it's late. Life's been... interesting recently. Things are changing. Probably for the better but change is still tiring.

Anyway. I obviously am a film student if you follow or read anything of mine. I spew and talk about it constantly.

And these are just scenes that I wrote.

IMPORTANT NOTE: These are meant to be visualized, not read. This is not about description, this is about your mind's eye.

I stand in the rain. In an empty street. The soft dark blue glow of the lamp light just about reaches me, reflecting gently off my glasses. My eyes are closed. Hands open, hair sopping, shirt and jeans soaking. I breathe slowly. Face content.

The rain, patters.

A couple walk by carrying shopping, a quick dash to the shops for essentials that're missing. They stop together, the man holding the umbrella, the woman's hood up, each holding one flimsy plastic bag. They talk, the man standing to ask, the woman wary but caring. They approach together under the umbrella.

The man steps out from the umbrella.

"Uh, you okay there?" he asks, scrambling for his hood.

My eyes open. I grin warmly at him.

"I am fine," I respond. "Thanks for asking,"

The man looks around.

"It doesn't bother you? To be out in the rain?"

"No. Yet it clearly bothers you," I indicate to the umbrella and the hood he has now pulled over his head.

'Well, yeah," he finishes lamely "Aren't you afraid you'll catch a cold?"

"Is a dark side street a home for a gang member? Or something to be afraid of? Are the complex numbers of Wall Street confusing or soothing?"

The man pauses.

"That still has nothing to do with your personal health,"

I chuckle. "Yes, you're right,"

The man stares at me. I nod amicably to him. He nods back. He walks underneath the umbrella and the couple walks away, past me.

I stand in the rain.

CUT TO BLACK

I stand in the rain. A red headed girl stands across from me. Her glasses covered in droplet, each one eventually being struck off by the rain and replaced by another. She carries no umbrella, her long hair drenched. Clothes stick to her as mine do to me.

The rain patters.

And patters.

And patters.

"You'll catch a cold again," she says to me.

"Tell yourself that," I respond, smiling slightly.

"It's because of you I catch a cold," She rolls her eyes.

The rain patters.

I take a step towards her.

"You don't have to you know. You can go inside," I say to her.

She steps towards me. "No. I think you are right with this one,"

I smile mouth closed. I cross the distance between us and hug her, her arms slipping through mine and hugging back.

We stand in the rain.

The rain patters.