Haunted

Rain.

It was raining hard, he knew.

Ever since that day he had this strange feeling whenever it was raining.

He can feel her, somehow, in the rain, as if she was there.

Sometimes or more often than he thought, he found himself staring into the skies at those times.

Can she see him?

The thought always made him think of throwing everything and just following her to that place.

But then he would always just look away and hide in the dark.

It was hurting him.

Did she feel the same way whenever he avoids her?

Did she also feel that painful thing in the chest like there's a fire in there? Like it was being twisted and broken?

He stood up.

It was getting nearer.

He took his time to go to the rooftop just so that he could be closer.

There was a storm outside. The wind was blowing so hard and the raindrops were like stones that continues to hit his body.

The rain and the wind, it blinds his eyes, makes him feel numb of everything.

Is this her?

Is this what she feels deep inside her? Is this her wrath? Is this her revenge?

He is a cruel person. He did not deserve to be there. He did not deserve to think about her.

And yet he stayed. He stayed there at the rooftop facing the storm.

He had ran away from her in the past but he wanted to see her again. It had been too long. Far too long for him.

Why did he refuse her?

She was everything for him, he could say that now.

But why is it only now?

Why not when she was there?

It was hard for him when she had left.

It was hard for him to look for someone who could equal or even surpass her that he just decided no one could replace her for him.

She was the purest person he had encountered. An angel sent just for him.

An angel that accepted him, from the sloppy way he dresses, from the large dark curves under his eyes, up to his long nail, everything.

"I like you," she whispered to him.

He was more than happy he might have jumped when she has said that. It was like he could fly.

But he left her.

He left her without saying anything.

Oh how he regrets it even till now.

The storm continued to punish him.

Every drop numbs him.

It was cold and yet he refuses to move and go inside.

His world is so much colder than the physical sensations he was feeling.

Oh how far the mighty have fallen.

He is becoming a poet and yet he does not care. It is what he feels, his feelings that no one would know.

When she was there, no matter how much cold he felt, she could make her warm inside. The feeling of home.

She would sit next to him, closer and closer, his skin touching hers.

Before, he likes it whenever it was raining or snowing.

She would always forget her umbrella or her gloves or sometimes her coat. So always, always he would share his. They would walk under the same umbrella or hand-in-hand.

He love it when he could get her to watch horror or thriller movies. She often agrees with whatever he says that he became spoiled. She would agree and yet she would scream and hide behind his back or grab his arm or hug him whenever she was scared.

Always, he could feel his heart beat faster, his face hotter.

He always prayed that she would not notice though sometimes he wishes that she would but she never did.

Those feelings and yet he pushed her away.

She never want to so he avoided her.

He promised himself he would move on but he could not.

It would be like betraying her.

He worked, worked harder not stopping until he finishes.

He busied himself so that his thoughts would not fall back on her and yet she would always be at the back of his mind.

He hates it.

He hated the fact that she left him without a word.

And though she did left a letter it was not enough for him.

Why?

How could she do it?

And then he would remember that it was him who never noticed.

She told him to love life since it was a blessing, something others took for granted.

He works so hard to give justice to those who were wronged and yet why is justice so cruel for him?

Sometimes he just wanted to end his life but then she would be mad.

She will definitely cry for him.

And so he continues on.

Again, he felt it, nearer, more closely.

Almost like his shadow.

No.

It is almost a hairbreadths away.

The feeling was daunting.

He is always scared of leaving but somehow he knew he could be with her.

He closes his eyes and she was there.

Maybe in the next life everything would be how it should be.

But for now he, he is being haunted.

-End

A/N: This is for TriciaBrj, The Writer Of The FanFiction, Byakugan89, CakeOfMischief13, Sassi15, broweiss27, and flowerpowerkb.