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Rain continued to pour heavily down upon the earth, washing the dirty streets of all life, save for one. A dark-haired boy of eleven sat on a swing, his dull hazel eyes lidded with a sense of lifelessness.
He sighed sadly, not minding the fact that his hair and clothes were soaked, or that there was a possiblity of him catching a cold. he was so lost in his thoughts, that he did not notice another child walk over to him and hold his umbrella over his head, until the younger boy took off his jacket and held it out towards him.
The ebony-haired boy looked up towards the brunette, his hazel eyes clashing with that of the bright green eyes that the other child held, full of worry. He smirked, glaring at the brunette, "Why would you help me? You don't even know me."
The brunette smiled back softly at the hateful words spat at him, "What's your name? I'm Benjamin. But you can call me Ben."
The boy looked back at confusion towards Ben, "My names Kevin. What's it to you?"
The brunette handed the umbrella to Kevin, who took it with abit of hesitation, while he placed the jacket around the elder's shoulders.
"There we go! I'm helping you because you're my friend, and you can't say I don't know you, because I already know your name is Kevin." He laughed, taking Kevin's hand and pulling him off the swing and through and away from the gloomy atmosphere that the park held.
You promised you would not leave me, and I promised to never forget you. I have yet to forget you, but you're still drifting farther and farther away.
I promised you time and devotion, you promised me love and comfort. I visited you everyday, yet you refused to look me in the eye.
We promised to be always there for each other...but where were you, when I needed you the most?
Minutes passed to hours, hours passed to days, and then days, unto years, and I had yet a reply.
And the story I lived so long ago became such a distant memory for remembering.
I sigh, the rain continuing to fall down onto my head mercilessly as I walk into the park. I look over in surprise to see a familiar brunette sittng at the swings, much older than the last time we had seen each other.
I was angry, and about to continued walking in the direction I came from, when a rack of guilt overcame me. Did I not promise that same person to always be there for them even if they had not been there for me?
I walked over to the depressed teen, taking off my jacket and wrapping it around his shoulders.
He turned in surprise, as I gave him a quiet stare.
"Why did you give me your jacket?" He asked me.
"Because you needed it more than me."
He smiled sadly, "Would you mind pushing me on the swing?"
"Of course." I replied.
Ten minutes later, the rain started to lift up as the swing slowly swayed to a halt. "You remind me of a dear friend from so long ago...Haha. What am I talking about? He probably hates me now, for I haven't talked to him in years."
He looked over to the side sadly, "Why did you help me? You don't even know me..." "What's your name?"
He got off the swing to face me, his bright emerald eyes looking deeply into my own, "Ben...why?"
I smiled, pushing the hood over his head, and watching his eyes widen in realization, "I'm helping you because you're my friend, and thats what friends do, right? And you can't say I don't know you, because I know your name is Ben."
That spring afternoon, the sun shone brighter than it even had in years.