But so many tears in the rain felt
Sarah almost ran the way until she reached the Brooklyn Bridge. She stopped in the middle of it and remembered how often she was here with Spot. They had stood there and had looked down in the river at night, when all the stars were sparkling above them and under them in the river. She missed those times. Why did everything gone on like this?! Why did this stupid idea come up in his mind?! Why had he…
It was a cold November night and Sarah and Spot stood again on the Brooklyn Bridge. They looked down in the river when Spot cleared his throat and asked Sarah to look at him.
"Sarah, I've thought very long about this, and I hope you believe me. We've known each other for so long now, and we are the best friends, right?"
"Sure Spot, but what..."
"No, please let me continue." He took Sarah's hand in his and swallowed before he moved on.
"Sarah, I love you, and I wanted to ask you to be my girl." Sarah stood there and didn't know what to say.
"Spot,… I… can't…I'd never thought of you in any other way then friendship!" She felt that it begin to rain and as soon as the raindrops reached her she felt tears coming into her eyes when she looked at Spot.
"Spot, please…" She took her hand away from him and looked down while Spot took a step back shaking his head. He felt the tears in his own eyes. No he wouldn't cry! Not because of a girl! Even if it was Sarah. Sarah couldn't hold her tears and raised her tearstained face to look at him.
"Spot?? She whispered softly, trying to rescue anything that was between them.
"You sure about this?" He asked as he swallowed down his tears. Sarah nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry Spot, I like you, but not in that way." She looked over at the river.
"Come on Spot, You will get over it. By next week, at the latest, you will find someone you like and that someone will like you back in the same way." Spot looked at her hard.
"I'm not talking about liking you! I LOVE YOU!" He screamed at her, while he soaked from the rain. She looked sad at him and shook her head slowly. Her gaze fell down, back on the river. She began to shiver. She felt that this would be the end. When she turned around, Spot looked at her and no emotions were showed by his face.
"If that's what you think. Then this would be the goodbye, wouldn't it?" He turned around and ran back to the warehouse, leaving Sarah to walk back alone.
"I love you Sarah Jefferson." Spot whispered while he watched her walking through the streets from his window.
Sarah sighed and walked on. She opened the door to the apartment she was sharing with her older brother. She lived with him, since their parents had died five years ago.
"Hey Mike. Sorry I'm late. I had totally forgotten."
"Don't worry Sarah." Mike kissed his sister on the cheek.
"So, what should we do today?"
Sarah almost ran the way until she reached the Brooklyn Bridge. She stopped in the middle of it and remembered how often she was here with Spot. They had stood there and had looked down in the river at night, when all the stars were sparkling above them and under them in the river. She missed those times. Why did everything gone on like this?! Why did this stupid idea come up in his mind?! Why had he…
It was a cold November night and Sarah and Spot stood again on the Brooklyn Bridge. They looked down in the river when Spot cleared his throat and asked Sarah to look at him.
"Sarah, I've thought very long about this, and I hope you believe me. We've known each other for so long now, and we are the best friends, right?"
"Sure Spot, but what..."
"No, please let me continue." He took Sarah's hand in his and swallowed before he moved on.
"Sarah, I love you, and I wanted to ask you to be my girl." Sarah stood there and didn't know what to say.
"Spot,… I… can't…I'd never thought of you in any other way then friendship!" She felt that it begin to rain and as soon as the raindrops reached her she felt tears coming into her eyes when she looked at Spot.
"Spot, please…" She took her hand away from him and looked down while Spot took a step back shaking his head. He felt the tears in his own eyes. No he wouldn't cry! Not because of a girl! Even if it was Sarah. Sarah couldn't hold her tears and raised her tearstained face to look at him.
"Spot?? She whispered softly, trying to rescue anything that was between them.
"You sure about this?" He asked as he swallowed down his tears. Sarah nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry Spot, I like you, but not in that way." She looked over at the river.
"Come on Spot, You will get over it. By next week, at the latest, you will find someone you like and that someone will like you back in the same way." Spot looked at her hard.
"I'm not talking about liking you! I LOVE YOU!" He screamed at her, while he soaked from the rain. She looked sad at him and shook her head slowly. Her gaze fell down, back on the river. She began to shiver. She felt that this would be the end. When she turned around, Spot looked at her and no emotions were showed by his face.
"If that's what you think. Then this would be the goodbye, wouldn't it?" He turned around and ran back to the warehouse, leaving Sarah to walk back alone.
"I love you Sarah Jefferson." Spot whispered while he watched her walking through the streets from his window.
Sarah sighed and walked on. She opened the door to the apartment she was sharing with her older brother. She lived with him, since their parents had died five years ago.
"Hey Mike. Sorry I'm late. I had totally forgotten."
"Don't worry Sarah." Mike kissed his sister on the cheek.
"So, what should we do today?"
