Hiraeth

Prologue

I stormed away from him, my hair flipping in the wind. I didn't turn around, I didn't listen to his calls from behind.

"Olivia!"

I kept walking.

"Oliva! Will you just stop and listen to me!" 

I didn't stop.

"Oliva, I promise I never meant to hurt you! Please!"

I halted in my tracks. The rain poured down around us, framing my long brown hair around my face. My heart felt like it was splitting in two, and all he says is that he never meant to hurt me? Then why does it feel like he stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife. 

I slowly spun around to face him. His tears stained his face and he looked defeated. I bet on it I looked worse though. I was the one with makeup on. I hadn't cried, but the rain probably made it seem like I had been or was. 

I stormed up to him and shoved him in the chest, startling him so he stumbled back. His green eyes pierced into my brown ones, and I froze. No matter how many times I stared into his eyes, it will always and forever catch me off guard. 

"You never meant to hurt me? They why did you do it? Why did everyone end up hurting me!" 

I went to go walk away, to run away from him. I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts, and it was raining. The rain was a perfect way for me to collect my thoughts, even if it was a shitty way to do it. 

He grabbed my arms and held me still. No matter how hard I struggled, he kept me firm in place. 

"I know Liv, I know we hurt you, I know I hurt you, but please come back to the apartment. Please let us talk this out!" He begged.

"I have nothing left to say to you, just let me be alone!" I tried to make him understand the pain I was feeling, of course he had felt pain like this before, he should understand of all people. 

"Liv I-"

"Don't call me Liv! You gave up that right when you went and screwed up everything!" 

His eyes flashed pain and he stayed quiet for a moment. The rain continued to drench our clothes but in this moment neither of us cared. I needed the rain. I needed it to help me. I needed it to save me.

"Olivia, I know how you feel about the rain, and I'm not letting you go. I will not go back to the apartment, look everyone else in the face, knowing I left you out here in the rain!" He pleaded to my face.

"Get out of my fucking face!" I screamed at him. 

He took a step back from me, as if he was trying to give me space by also being right next to me. I missed being near him, his warmth. He was cold now, unforgiving, but my heart still wanted to forgive him.  

"Get out of my fucking face," I whispered. 

The first tear slipped from my eye and stumbled down my cheek. He watched. He knew which tear was rain and which was real. They started falling as fast as the rain, and soon I was sobbing in front of him. He watched again. He slowly walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I fell to the ground and he held me there. 

There we sat, huddled on the ground. To any stranger it would have seemed like we were crazy, sitting in the pouring rain only having each other. 

I didn't make a move to hug him back, only allowing him to hug me. 

"I'm sorry," He spoke.

"I know."