Her sobs were the only voice echoing through the room, which was now dying down. I rubbed her back slowly for comfort, feeling the softness of her hair. I murmured a few comforting words to her but she got even more hysterical.
"He doesn't love me anymore though! How can anything be alright?!" she yelled for the seven millionth time.
Oh dear now, lets rewind.
It was a really rainy day that day, I remember it clearly. I was having a bad hair day and that only happened when it was rainy. And I knew today was going to be bad day.
As usual, I was half an hour early to school, so I headed to the music room to warm up my fingers and get ready for the day ahead. To my surprise though, I found Lizzy(my girlfriend at the time) sitting in the music room, looking flustered, trying to play a simple melody on the piano.
I walked up behind her and commented, "Wrong note." I reached out my hand to play the correct note and my fingers brushed against hers ever so slightly.
I felt her brush creep up to her face and I couldn't help but smile just a little. "Oh silly me," she laughed a little self-consciously and finished the rest of the song almost perfectly although she had some misses here and there.
"That was pretty," I said and sat down beside her on the cushiony bench. "Here's a song I thought of for you."
And maybe despite the rain, today was going to be a good day.