So, your life couldn't get any better then this, neh? Sitting in the pouring rain and splashing in a mudpuddle like your not going to become sick. Because what's life without a little oblivious minutes?
Oblivious minutes? Why, those are the times where you turn your back to the problem and say "I don't see a thing" (So what if your a horrible namer? Your sitting in the pouring rain, risking hyperthermia. You were bound to be delirious.)
So what if you were soaked to the bone, shivvering like you just saw a ghost? So what if your phone has been dead for hours and probably has water damage? So what if nobody has come looking for you?
You were still in your oblivious minute, soaking up the remaining time you have left of it.
"He doesn't care." your fist smashed down, covering you in more mud. "He never cared. That's why I'm here." you looked up at the sky, black clouds covering the normally blue skies. "Though why I'm still here, I have no clue..."
You could feel a fever coming on, and you realised that your minute in heaven is coming to a close.
With a strange combination of a sneeze and a sigh, you heaved yourself off of the ground, moving to clutch your head when it started to throb.
"Shit. I think I'm getting sick."
Another sneeze confirmed your hypothesis.
You clutched your lifeless phone with a shakey hand, wondering just how long you had sat on that hill waiting for him.
"All I know-" a rough cough cut your sentence off. When it was over, you started to move forward slowly and tried to speak again. "All I know is that he better have an awesome ass excuse."
"Cloud...Zack's dead."