Her Broken Soul

tears that fall like rain

I dart into first period, sliding into my desk in the back row by the window, huffing and out of breath. I wipe the sweat off my forehead that accumulated from me running at full speed across the school, not wanting to chance it and face Wren's wrath, and set my books down before slowly turning my attention out the window as the bell rings and the teacher begins her lecture. 

It was gloomy today, much like how I have been feeling lately. Most people hate the rain and the clouds, preferring sunshine and warm weather, but not me. There is something about it that captivates my attention, like right now, as I watch each water droplet slowly slide down the window before joining the others in the puddle below the windowsill.

My mind when I woke up today was everywhere, with thoughts of Cameron, Wren, Max, Taylor, and my dad.. But in this moment, my mind was at a standstill as I continued my attention out the window,  rather than taking notes, which I hate doing anyways. 

As I continued to watch the rain, I failed to notice my own tears softly streaking down my cheeks like the droplets on the window, plopping onto my notebook and sinking into the half written page of notes from yesterdays lesson. Memories of my dad and I surface, memories of us dancing in the rain, laughing until we were crying, surprising me with my jeep, waking up every Sunday morning to the smell of his specially made waffles, his tight bear hugs and black denim jacket that smelled of pine and gasoline, all of the things that made him so special and an amazing dad. 

The thing is, I tried so hard to bury the memories of my dad, for so long, not wanting to feel the emotions that came with them and the realizations that he's gone and that these memories were all I had left of him, but now as I watch the rain, I begin to wonder if my dad could see me now and how messed up and broken I am, if he would still love me.. 

That thought broke the dam, as more tears steadily fell, soaking the page of notes I would have to re-write later, but just like how I failed to notice my tears, I failed to notice the pair of eyes who have been watching me since I took my seat nearly an hour ago..

Sniffling, I use my hoodie sleeve to wipe my tears as the bell rings, closing my notebook and grabbing my stuff, darting to my next class, eyes to the ground. 

Taylors POV:

I could tell something was off from the moment she entered class, her eyes holding so much emotion, yet none at all, like she was fighting to remain numb, afraid of what allowing herself to feel these emotions would bring her. 

As she slid into her seat, the bell rang, signalling the teacher to begin another very boring lecture. Normally, I doodle in my notebook or take this chance to take a nap, but for some reason, today she had my entire attention, my eyes roaming her body, taking note of every intricate detail as her attention lay out the window. 

My concern grew as I noticed her tears, I don't even think she realized she was crying and thankfully no one else noticed either. I could tell she was off in her mind somewhere vacant to everything going on around her, her notebook soaking up her tears until the words written on it previously began to smear, the tears causing the ink to bleed. It wasn't until the bell rang that she was brought back to reality, I quickly look away as she looks around nervously as if checking that anyone saw her breakdown, before wiping her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie and darting out the door, I managed to glance back at her just as she disappeared from view into the crowded hallway.

Sighing, I gather my own belongings, going in the opposite direction to my next class, the only one we didn't manage to share. 

Sliding into my seat, I open my notebook doing everything I can to focus on drawing yet my thoughts were filled with Melissa, like they have been lately. No matter how hard I try, she has been plaguing my mind for weeks, even invading my dreams.. 

This wasn't good...

A/N: 

Hey guys, thoughts on the chapter? I'm kinda meh about it, but have been struggling really bad with writers block lately so I was lucky to even get this chapter out. Feel free to leave your opinions in the comments and let me know some suggestions you'd like to see going forward with the future chapters!