Trying to hold onto memories thin as air was harder than the blonde teen ever thought it would be. Slowly, it all started slipping away from him one by one like small raindrops on a slippery surface. He knew that turning back to a time when everyone was carefree and happy and alive, yet he still couldn't help but wonder 'what if it was possible? would I make those mistakes again that cost me almost everything I have left in this world?' He would never know the answer, yet he would still wonder. 'what if, what if...'. On stormy days he would sit by the window and watch the fragile raindrops slip down the window's glass and leave a faint stain behind, then dissapear slowly as if they weren't even there. The teen would sigh, for every single raindrop that left a trail behind would cause him even more pain. Edward knew that no matter how long or hard it rained, the trails could and would be erased within a single second. It was sad, really. Not that Edward cared about droplets of water, but that they reminded him of his past that would never come back, yet haunt him for the rest of his miserable life. With every step he took, those faint tralls would be reminded to him, again and again and again until he was ready to let go of all of them and of life too. As almost invisible as the memories of happy times were, they were still a great burden to him. They were heavy of sorrow and bitterness and a sticky little emotion called regret. Regret of ruining those happy moments, regret of not being able to go back to them. Edward didn't like stormy days, in fact, he hated the rain and the thunder and the heavy clouds that hung heavy in the sky. He liked sun better, because with the bright rays of the sun, those memories would burn down to a crisp, opening up a new and fresh trail for him to follow. Not a trail full of regrets and negative feelings but a new and unused. A trail that wasn't yet embrued with blood and tears and whatnot. Yes, Edward liked sun way more than he liked stormy days.