I met him at the bus stop.
Rain was coming down in thick sheets, drowning the street in waves. The moon casting a bright glow down on the wet grass and the water of the road.
The one and only streetlamp illuminated the rusted seat of the bus stop, which somehow stayed dry under the small cover. The glow blocked my vision of my surroundings, having a completely black space in front of me.
Anyone could jump out and I would have no defence to safe me.
I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself, this is completely insane. I don't know what came over me.
I checked my watch once more, tapping my foot of impatience, annoyed at how long the bus was taking.
I readjusted the strap of my backpack, and pulled out my phone.
My anxiety was kicking in and all I could do was focus on my breathing, and try not to collapse of suffocation.
I felt my soft hair as I Began to play with my dark brown curls. My finger idly curling around the strands, feeling the water drip from my crown and drop into my black jeans, soaking into the material and into my legs.
I heard water splash slightly around the bus stop, indicating someone was approaching. My breath caught in my throat as a man rounded the corner, water soaked into his clothes, clinging to his pale white skin.
The light from the street lamp gave the man a glow, outlining his edges.
He had pitch black hair, camouflaging against the night scene. his bright blue eyes highlighted his whole face, his smile warming my heart.
He stopped when he saw me, his face showed surprise. I guess he wasn't expecting a teenager to be here at midnight. I pray he doesn't speak to me, my anxiety is already at a high level and I can't afford to break down with a panic attach now.
The man sat on the chair beside me, the water puddling around him, causing me to shift away.
The man noticed this,
"Oh I'm sorry. It's really heavy rain tonight" he says with a smile. I tried my best to return the gesture.
We sat in silence, the rain pouring down blocking out any sound. The small cover keeping us dry acted as a shield from the outside.
"Do you know when the bus gets here?" The man asked, his head was turned towards me, the rain reflected his blue eyes.
I shook my head without saying anything, not wanting to stutter in front of him. I found myself tapping to his breathes, the sound somehow calming me from my nerves.
"What's your name?" He asked, worry visibly seen in his eyes.
"D-Dan"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Phil" Phil stuck out his towards me, and I reluctantly shook it, trying to hide the fact that my whole body is shaking.
"So why are you catching the bus at this time of night?" he asked, he looked towards my bag on my back, curiosity shown clearly on his face.
I shrugged, looking anywhere but his face. I honestly don't know why I'm here at the bus stop, at midnight when it's pouring down.
"How old are you Dan?" His questions kept coming, but they didn't seem creepy, like an old man would ask a child before making a move. But he sounded worried, actually curious to why a teenager like me was out.
"1-18, what about y-you" I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.
"Just turned 22 a week ago" Phil smiled at me, his eyes showed clear happiness at his statement.
I felt my cheeks burn at how close of an age we are, he didn't seem to be 22, but more 19.
Now that my brown eyes have focused, I noticed he has the same styled fringe as me, only parted the other way. His pitch black hair contrasted greatly against his pale white skin.
Yellow was radiating off of him, his smile making the rain feel warm in the winter. His blue eyes had a tint of green and yellow.
