Hurricane by Bridgit Mendler
Alec watched the rain splatter the window, a million drops sliding down the pane, much like the tears going down his face. His cheek rested against the sleeve of his ratty sweater, riddled with holes, absorbing another round of tears.
A paper and pen laid next to him, but Alec had made no move to grab it. Maia said writing his feelings out might help him.
He hopes she's right.
I feel like I'm stuck in a storm eye.
I've boarded up the windows. I've locked my heart up.
And every time the wind blows, it's like we're being torn apart.
And each time he smiles, I let him back in again.
Everything feels fine when we're in the eye of the hurricane.
There's the rain, and there's the sun.
When he holds me, he tells me I'll never be lonely. We've made it through the storm now.
I'm still on the lookout, knowing it won't last long.
Magnus picks me up like a hurricane, and I feel fine, like I'm in the eye of the hurricane.
And for the time being, I'm floating.
But I'm gonna drop.