It was her eyes. It was the girl again, staring from her room window. Every single rain, its always her.
Her deep grey eyes wanders to the sky. She lifted her right hand, and slowly push open her room window.
She reached out her bare hands, and as droplets of the rain fell on them, she lets out a smile. Prettiest smile.
She was unique as a pluviophile
She slides a strand of her black hair behind her right ear, and pull her hairtie letting her long hair fell until her shoulders.
Gorgeous. Prettiest clear grey eyes, softest pouty lips, small crooked nose,
God, everything was pretty on her.
She slowly close her window, never noticed that i was watching her this whole time.
But before she closed them, she stared into the rain, and stifled a soft giggle.
It lingered in my ear like a melody. It makes my heart beat, it makes the night shine.
She was too fabulous.
And i?
I liked her.
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Remember Me When It Rains
RomanceHe is so scared to look at her, so scared that if he give one more look, he would never be able to fall in love with someone else. Art, and the rain. They don't go well, do they ? Ivy did once loved both. She once had a very interesting time in a w...
