Note: Wrote this a few years back and I decided to publish it for the sake of laughs. Really, my writing style is so bad hahaha
Mochu
Beneath the Raindrops
Drip- drop. Drip. Drop. Drip-drop-
The rain has always been my antidote. It has protected me from the sight of others; it has cast a veil upon me that no one would care to remove. As the salty drop streams down to my paralyzed lips, I know then that it is not only from the clouds. The water escapes from my eyes.
I did something wrong.
Your words pierced like daggers but they comprised the truth. I wasted my second chance. You said that I deserve someone better. But what if there's no one else better than you? There are 70 million people in the world but I wouldn't want one of them to replace you.
Sorry - a word that I always liked to use but you disregarded its insincerity. You said that "sorry" was easy to say but hard to prove. You're right. And I'm wrong.
The rain won't stop for me. Even if the sun comes out, it will never stop raining - I will always be crying. Because that's the best I can do. I can't accept things as they are, I can't ask for forgiveness because I know that you'll never really give it to me anyway.
Drip-drop-drip-drop- I'm sorry for being an idiot. I guess that standing here under a building storm isn't enough to atone for all my mistakes. But it hurts so much. Even if I punch the wall or hit myself- it wouldn't compare to the guilt stabbing my chest.
Are you crying, too?
Maybe you're not. Maybe your biggest problem is solved and you're ignoring the sadness brought by the downpour. Maybe you're smiling right now, because it's time to move on, because there are 69,999,999 other people in the world who are fit to make you happy rather than me.
I walk down the road and hope that a car comes swerving right at me, staining the pavement with the blood of someone who didn't think of what he did. But there wasn't any car. Only a silhouette.
Your silhouette.
What are you doing here? You stare at me with bloodshot eyes, and you're leaning down a cliff. Raindrops and tears roll down your cheeks, and as you mouthed the words "Goodbye", I couldn't run.
You fall.
My voice wouldn't work. You disappear, and lightning strikes. Why? Are you hurt, too? That is the moment that I realize that you set me free, not because I messed up your life, but because you wanted to see if I wanted to come back. You said those painful sentences because I never knew that deep inside, you had the same agony as mine.
It's too late now. Even if I say sorry a million times, you wouldn't be there to forgive me. I could only look up and feel the rain fog up my vision.
I break into a run, never regretting why I did this and thinking that this is because I love you-still.
I jump.
And the rain stops after that.