"If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain."
I couldn't handle it anymore. Seeing her with him. He had stolen her from me, the one that I loved.
Seeing her deep black hair, her grey eyes that matched his and sparkled with laughter whenever he screamed in his obnoxiously loud voice.
I couldn't stand it.
I had fallen for that Chinese girl. And that idiotic boxer stole her away from me.
How could this have happened? I don't know. I had the choice between that idiotic bucking horse and the Chinese Hitman.
And I apparently chose wrong.
She never returned my glances, never looked my way. She was scared of me, but then, most everyone was.
I just never believed she would go to that idiot boxer. Never in a million years would I have imagined that.
She broke my heart.
I looked outside my window and just so happened to see the couple, walking hand in hand though the garden. A light drizzle began to fall, and he hurriedly ushered her underneath an overhang, tilting her head up to catch her lips in his. She blushed and giggled, and laid her hand on his chest.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I walked out of the room I had called home for the last six months into the rain, which was now pouring heavily.
I walked straight into it, unafraid.
I kept walking, and I didn't turn back. Fitting for someone who had the attributes of a cloud.
I went into the sanctum of the rain to avoid the pain that shelter had brought.