The heart was still broken, shattered pieces laying on the cold hard floor. So, the arrow decided to accompany the heart.
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"Are you okay?" I asked him.
He looked up at me. I was mesmerized by his eyes that were so blue as the clear, cloudless sky but he wasn't happy. He was sad as the gray clouds, dull and lifeless.
He gave me a reassuring smile. The smile to mask his saddened facade.
We both go to the same school but haven't known his name.
"Christoph Smith." I said as I reach out my hand.
He didn't answer me as he stood up and walked out. How rude. I followed him and share him my umbrella. He didn't acknowledge my presence as I follow him to wherever he is going.
We walked for god knows how long until we came to a stop. I guess this is his house.
His house is big. No, scratch that. His mansion is huge.
He walked out of the umbrella and made his way to the double doors. I said goodbye to him and yet I receive no reply.
So, I went home after that silent walk.
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Under the Rain (Boyxboy)
Short Story"A broken heart may be fixed yet the crack are still seen" This is a story of two guys that met UNDER THE RAIN.
