Author's Notes - This story has under gone some revision, but very little. The first 3 or 4 chapters have been revised after publishing on but those that follow have not. I took too long of a break between writing the first few chapters and the next ones that my writing style changed, so the story doesn't feel as though it flows smoothly anymore. This story is an alternate universe sort of story, so some of the characters may seem sort of out of character, but may not at the same time.

Rainy Days - Prologue

Rainy days have always been horrible. Wet, cold, windy and gray - they're simply dreadful. If there was enough of it, the rain would probably bring the whole day down. Nothing would ever be finished if it rained all the time, because it'd be wet and slippery. You'd get wet, your bags would get wet, the street would be wet - what a drag! I suppose, in a way, they could've been made as punishment for cutting down half the trees in the world - even though we really did need them.

But even so, with all the negative impacts and feelings that rainy days have, I've always liked the rainy days. I've never found the wet and drippy rain gross at all - but rather, refreshing. The dull gray color that covered the streets was more of a color the comforted me, and let me know that the world was cold. I loved to just sit and listen as the rain bounced off of the pavement, making puddles and soaking us down to the bone. I've always thought that sunny days were overrated - we have too many of them. After all, it only rains a bit more than a hundred days a year, doesn't it? Maybe it all just depends.

My favorite rain showers are the ones during the summer. It always feels so good after a hot, sticky day, to run out sit, and let yourself get hit by the cold drops. I loved the feeling of being literally cold,; it was almost like a new way of expressing myself. After an hour of the rain dance on the driveway, I'd come in a take a nice, warm bath, and sip hot chocolate while watching horrible sitcoms on TV. I loved it when it thundered, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins afterwards. When it did, I'd hug my giant teddy bear tightly, knowing that he was warm and would always be there for me.

It's hard to see what's so special about the sun. It's a giant flaming ball out in space that just happens to be 30 times larger than the earth. The fact that it'll probably explode one of the these days is a truly comforting feeling. You can't really run through the sun either. When you say you ran through the sun, people would probably stare at you and think you're weird. Run through the sun? What the hell is that?

Rainy days are special. They aren't something you see every day. And if something special happens, it's usually raining. I met my best friends on a rainy day. We had gotten off at the same train station and realized we were all going to the same school. We huddled under one umbrella and walked to school together. My first kiss was in the rain, after my boyfriend dropped me off at home. I saw my cousin's baby being boring for the first time on a rainy day. Unfortunately, the rain isn't always very happy. Something usually goes wrong in return for all of the good things. Slipping on the wet grass, flooding, getting stuck in traffic. For me, unfortunately, it was rainy day when -

A loud honk from a bus or car snapped me out of my thoughts and my hand froze with the pen still in the writing position. I glanced out the window to see that it was raining - well, drizzling. It wasn't exactly raining, but small drops were coming down from the sky. I got up and stood by the window, to get a better view of whatever was happening outside. There was a rumble of thunder and thunder flashed from far away. I bit my lip. It's a nice time to go out now... except for the thunder... should I...? I turned back to my little journal book that my aunt gave me for my 8th birthday. I had pulled it out earlier and read through my old entries, finding it funny how I went on and on about the little things in life, like what to wear for picture day and how cute the boys from the eighth grade were with their cool new shoes. There were times where I stopped halfway through and entry too, and I didn't write in the diary for years. There was a short section on the first year of high school and that was all that was left. I added on with a fresh start about the rain, but didn't finish my thought.

It was a rainy day when... when I decided to forget that I ever even had a love life.

You'd think he'd be a bit more intelligent and come up with a decent way to break it to me...

It was the night after the graduation dance.

I have to talk to you...

I was so naive and believed that he really did love me as much as I loved him.

What about?

We're not going to be in the space place next year... what if that year apart, we change? What if...?

He paused. He didn't know how to say it, but I knew what it was.

Are we breaking up?

I asked him. It would be a mutual break up that way, right? But I wasn't sure.

He nodded. Yes, we were. But the summer after we both went to college, we'd see what happens, and maybe we'll pick it up again. He gave me a final kiss that night, whispering an assurance that we'd most definitely pick up exactly where we left off.

I wished... hard that we could've picked it up again. But it didn't happen.

A year passed... and we met again. On a rainy afternoon.

We sat in a little cafe talking, catching up on what we missed over the past year apart. I noticed that all the girls in the shop had their eyes on him, and felt so special getting to be the one girl that got to sit with him. But then, a girl came by and whispered something to him, eyeing me. He chuckled softly and quickly made introductions. I didn't bother listening to her name. Just one thing stuck in my head. When he introduced me... "This is one of my old friends from high school..." "We kind of lost contact" "Yeah, ex-girlfriend-" then he kissed her. He kissed the little bitch who wore nearly nothing with his arm around her. Although he just kissed her hand sweetly, I despised him right away and wanted to rip him into shreds. He whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle. The girls still had their eyes fixed on him. It was like he was their god. Perhaps, he was.

So much for picking up right where we left off. He tricked me into believing he loved me... and that I loved him.

I shook my head, getting myself back from the land of memories. What happened to you...? I always wondered. We cut all ties that summer though, and I avoided him since.

... the worst day of my life occurred. I'd never forget it; even without writing it down.

I grabbed my coat of the rack in the corner. I'm not going to dwell on the past... I already promised myself I won't. Rain often helped clear out my thoughts. A little rain run wouldn't hurt, would it?

I stepped through the door, closing it softly behind me and locking it. It rained harder as I got out there and my hair, coat and the clothes underneath were soaked through and through. Luckily I had a carpet in front of my door, so the wooden floors probably wouldn't be too damaged. I slipped off my shoes and made my way through the living room, praying that I wouldn't slip and break open my head. I made it to the bathroom though, and changed into a robe as I let the water fill up the tub for a nice, hot bubble bath. As it filled, I glanced around the room, seeing if everything was the same as I had left it.

The pen I had been writing with was still on my closed diary, and my computer's rainy screensaver had turned on. The answering machine was blinking though.

Damn. Someone called. I scrunched up my nose and made a mental note to listen to the messages after my bath.

A/N: As I had said earlier, these first chapters have undergone revision. Even though they were revised though, the plot line themselves haven't been changed because that would be much too confusing for past readers. So they're still the same length - just as short as they were when they were originally published. They grow to be much longer, I promise. Please review when you can!