This is just something I've been writing for a while and just wanted to see if anyone would read it... enjoy.
It felt like a typical stormy day in March what with her wearing a hoodie, some jeans and flip-flops, knowing she didn't have to get all dressed up for him since he never really liked it anyways. She did this when she was heading out to meet up with him at their spot. Getting closer to her destination she turned the corner and walked into something that would change not only how this day was going, but her entire life. Her crystalline blue eyes widened in horror and her chest seized in pain as the breath was knocked out of her chest. The sound of lips popping away from each other and quick release of a sweet embrace was all it took for her turn around and run. At that moment, all she knew was that she had to get away; he had just tossed aside what they were, or had been, for some other girl. Her newly deemed ex was chasing her down, trying to explain the stupid mistake she had just witnessed him make. She wouldn't listen; she knew she never should've trusted him, not when everyone she knew always let her down. Finally turning down a corner in a dark alley, she watched as he passed by. She just stood there for a moment, catching her breath before she finally started to cry, rain starting to fall upon her disheveled form. Crying was just a sign of weakness; this is what always was thought. But right at that moment she knew that she was weak and just let the tears flow, letting the rain mask her sorrow. It was her fault that he cheated... maybe if she had just made more of an effort to put out. No, it probably still wouldn't have mattered. Wiping tears with her sleeve, she started to head towards her 'house'. She continued on the path passing a little playground that was built in the neighborhood, went to the entrance and opened the fence. She went in and sat on the swings, slowly pushing herself back and forth. She decided to pull out her iPod and plug in some headphones. Picking a song, she pulled up her hood over dampened hair. Perfect by Hedley slowly played while her feet dangled toward the ground. On normal circumstances, she'd be having a grand time on this swing... just laughing the day away. Head lowered and eyes fixated on now muddy flip-flops, she slowly started to tear up again.
She didn't even hear footsteps approaching. A boy wearing a dark blue hoodie strolled up to her with hands in his pockets. When a pair of blue Converse entered her line of sight, she looked up to see who was in front of her. It was a guy that looked to be a little bit taller than her, his dirty blonde hair poking outside the comfort of his hood. His eye of blue and other of green were looking down at her in sympathy and concern. She noticed that his mouth was moving, so she took out one of the blaring headphones. "What? I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that," her tone hushed and reserved. The boy then repeated himself, "What are you doing out here in the pouring rain?" Looking away from his burning gaze, she simply stated, "Nothing. I enjoy the rain like this." Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her puzzled. "Then if you love the rain, why does it look like you've been crying?" With head still lowered, she remained silent. The boy only sighed and extended out a hand in offering. She just stared at his outstretched hand, so he grabbed one of her hands that gripped the metal chain of the swing. "Come on, I'm not leaving you out here to catch a cold." he stated while pulling her up. Not protesting in the slightest, she decided to go ahead and let this boy drag her to wherever he wanted to go. Honestly she could care less if this random stranger even tried to hurt her at this point.
