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Note: So I sat down, completely ready to type this, when all of a sudden, BAM! I had no idea how to start it off. Like, I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't know how to write it.

Then I thought, 'Well, I'm bound to do this eventually', so, instead of it being in the middle of the story, I'm going to use a song for the very first chapter.

Song used: Listen to the Rain by Evanescence


Listen to each drop of rain

Xavier looked up at the sudden downpour that had struck in the middle of our walk. He didn't stop walking or let go of my hand, he just stared as we walked.

"I've always hated rain," he said with a sigh.

I giggled.

"What?" he asked.

Whispering secrets in vain

"Nothing," I replied. "It's just that I feel lucky we have rain."

He didn't say anything, so I decided to go on. "I mean, if you lived in the desert or something, then you wouldn't be able to hear the secrets."

"The secrets?" he said doubtfully.

Frantically searching for someone to hear

"Well, rain is part of the water cycle, right?" I said, smiling. "So that means each drop has been through a lot. Condensing, evaporating, all that stuff."

"Okay…"

Their stories before they hit ground

"So think of all the things they've seen. Of all the secrets they've heard. If they could only talk…" I spaced out, just listening to the beat of each drop as it fell to the ground beneath.

"Well, that's a lot of personification for just rain," Xavier laughed after a while, making me come back to Earth.

Please don't let go. Can't we stay for a while?

"I suppose," I huffed.

It's just to hard to say goodbye

"I guess it's kind of silly of you think about it." I looked away from the sky. "Rain telling secrets and-"

Xavier stopped, cutting me off mid-sentence.

Listen to the rain…

"Don't say that," he said, looking into my gaze. My chocolate brown eyes met with his emerald green ones, making me forget about the rain. He smiled. "I love it when you personify inanimate things. It's one of your beautiful, original qualities."

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen to the rain weeping

I smiled too. "And that's one of yours." I pointed to my grin. "Making me smile."

I stand alone in the storm

The rain came down harder as I wrapped my arms around Xavier's neck and kissed him, the water on his lips meeting with mine.

Suddenly sweet words take hold

When it was over, I buried my face in his black trench coat, and just stood there, breathing him in, my arms around his waist. Everything about him was so calm and peaceful, whereas everything about me was crazy and…dizzy. I was so dizzy. Like I spend my whole life on a teacup ride, just spinning and spinning and I can't get off.

Why have I felt this way for longer than I can even remember?

Hurry they say, for you haven't much time

Then again, what do I remember?

Open your eyes to the love around you

But, that's ridiculous. I remembered my whole life. My parents died in a car crash when I was a little girl. I remembered the funeral, too. Looking down at them being buried together.

But I didn't cry.

You may feel all alone, but I'm here still with you

I wasn't sad at all. Not one bit. Nor am I today. I never was.

I was happy, growing up with my grandparents. In fact, I could never think of a time I was sad. I didn't ask for much, and when I met Xavier, I was only happier.

You can do what you dream, just remember to listen to the rain

But that question, that one question that has haunted me for so many years, is still burned into my mind.

Who am I really?

Listen…


The world moves so fast. Time slips by right before us and we don't even care. We waste seconds of our life when we could be out there fulfilling it. Or at least, that's what everyone says we should be doing.

But what does that really even mean? Fulfilling a life? Putting in adventure and danger. Is that it?

But it isn't enough, is it? Nothing is ever enough for the human race. Always wanting more and is never pleased with what they have. To me, it feels like a curse. And sometimes I become so overwhelmed with the world that I almost pop.

Life is a gift, from my point of view. Of course, I always have been the "glass half-full" kind of person. And that's because I'm enjoying life.

But sometimes, my life seems so happy and nice, that it doesn't feel quite right. Almost fake. Plastic. Made in China. Like my whole life is a dream and I just go through it, waiting and waiting to wake up.

But I never do.


That night, I had a dream.

I was standing alone in the middle of a field, the wind and rain making my hair whip violently in different directions. The day changed to night and I never felt so alone.

"Xavier!" I tried calling out to the endless field in front of me, but nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn't speak. I fell to the ground and looked around. My vision was going blurry and I couldn't see anything. Not that there was much to see.

Something shimmered in front of me. I squinted and saw a stone. I looked closer. A grave? I was so confused.

Lightning cracked through the sky, and I saw it. It was written on the grave. R.I.P: Todd Casil.

I woke up drenched in sweat. My hand was on my heart and I was gasping for air.

The grave said Casil. That was my last name. But, who was Todd?

I looked to my right to see a crease in the bed where Xavier had slept. We were only nineteen, but we lived together in a small one-bedroom apartment.

I got up and opened the bedroom door to see Xavier sitting on the couch, his nose buried in his sketchbook again.

I walked over and sat down next to him. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I looked at what he was sketching. It was a face. A girl.

"She's pretty."

"She's you."

I giggled, pulling my head up and kissing him on the cheek. I was used to Xavier getting up in the middle of the night to draw or paint something. It was starting to become a common thing.

I sighed. "I had a dream."

He grunted, acknowledging that he heard my statement. I went on. "Do you know anyone named Todd Casil?"

"No," Xavier replied. "Why? Is he a family member of yours or something?"

"That what I thought at first, but…" I trailed off. "Anyway, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"What's that?"

"Well I was curious- I mean, I wanted to know- um, well, what I'm trying to say is-" I stopped and grabbed a pillow, throwing my face into it. "This is harder than I thought," I said into it.

Xavier put the sketchbook down. "What is it?"

I got up. "Never mind. It can wait."

Xavier laughed and pulled me into a hug. "Well, now you got me interested. What's up, Trin?"

I sighed and closed my eyes. "The sky."

"Please tell me?" Xavier asked.

I kicked me feet like a child and moaned, "I caaaaan't."

He chuckled and kissed me. I jumped on top of him and kissed back.

After it was over, I laid on top of him and sighed. I bent down to his ear, closed my eyes, and whispered.

"I'm pregnant."


MAN! I HAVE NEVER HAD AS BIG WRITER'S BLOCK AS I DO NOW! THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!

Anyway, ZOMG! But you probably all knew that was coming.

Bria: I promised I would have this up last week, so I didn't have time to send this to you. Can you please beta this and send it back to me. –puppy dog eyes-

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Anon~!

~Nikki-sama