His eyes started to water up. He couldn't get this thought out of his head. What went wrong? Things genuinely seemed alright. He looked up and started to count the stars. The noises around calmed him so: Crickets, birds, and cicadas. You know what they say. "When a cicada cries, a soul dies." He knew his energy was draining out slowly. The rain fell onto his skin. The cold droplets splashing uncontrollably. The warm summer air whipped around him. He put his hands on his face, balled up fists filled with anguish. Why am I so stupid? He thought. This isn't the first time this has happened, but every other time was easy. Such a mess. He let his eyes water and started to blink tears. Before he was able to let out a caterwaul, his voice got caught in his throat. Water pelted him soaking to his skin through his clothes. The weight, although heavy with rain, was light compared to the anvil that had dropped on his heart. Life seemed so far away. He wanted to sink down and become one with the dirt, the endless black abyss where his body would spend the rest of eternity. He sighed and sat up. I wish people would understood. Realism and to be true to oneself is what he believed for so long. Things turned out against him most times, but he made them into streamers to fly beside him as his journey continued; now, he didn't know if it was worth it. If all people do is misread, how can any relationships be formed. I let so many good friends just walk away. Each time, watching the back of their heads as they went. The feeling was untouchable, but mendable. Now, it became unbearable, and he could feel the crack in his heart. The same crack that slowly formed in the bricks over so many years. He shook the rain from his hair and stood up, still looking at the dark cloudy sky. I'll just have to continue. I'll just have to learn. I'll just have to let go. I'll just have to not allow this feeling to make such a strong impact. His heart had been stomped on over and over. No matter how many times he was able to put it back together, it still took its toll. I'll live. The rest of my life has proven to be a feat. It hasn't been easy this far, why should it start now. That's what he thought. Bright white light struck out of the clouds. A loud boom, louder than any gunshot as thunder struck above. Life has to go on, he said aloud as he took his first steps into the wet shadowy marsh in front of him.
