Petrichor, A word to describe the smell of rainfall.
Through the fogged glass separating my seat and the outside storm, I pretended I could smell that, feel the rain against my face and have the cold droplets run down my cheek.
She always loved the rain.
I placed down the journal on the table, watching the raindrops fall as the train slowly came to a halt. I gazed past the fogged glass, making out the faint view of small houses and shops that seemed downsized compared to the city heights of Seattle. Nordwalk.
The town I grew up in, From the faintest sight, it felt like everything came back to me, all the memories I wished to run from.
That's the main reason I enrolled in such a faraway school after graduation. After senior year, I wanted to escape. And I did, but somehow I always find myself stumbling back to my old adolescence.
It was the least I could do for us.
A hand extended out to me, "Ready to go?"
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Can't Help Falling
Teen FictionHeartbreak is something Keira is fond of, it is a feeling she can never really escape. After her greatest one, it had to take her time to readjust. And as she moves on, learning along the way as she navigates her last year in her old town, a new boy...
