IDONTKNOWWHATTOCALLTHIS

why is it raining

Blaire

It started getting darker. The clouds started brushing through the sky and the street lights started to turn on. But there he was, across the road, not expressing any concern for his dyed black hair under the rain. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not, but I was sure he wouldn't recognise me if he did. I wanted to shout at him, tell him I was here, that I was actually 10 metres away and I could finally hug him and feel his shoulders against mine. But I stood there. Still. Silent.

It had been 6 years since we had seen each other last. When we met, I was young and blinded by his hazel eyes and gorgeous smile. He was 4 years older than me, just getting out of high school. It was only 2 weeks we spent together, but they had been marvellous. And then, after our time was up, we both continued on with our lives, thinking we'd never see each other again.  But then, 2 years later, we met again. He had gotten taller, about 5'8" or higher, and I had become more mature. When we first made eye contact, we didn't say anything, not a word. A few days with him and I was reminded how much I enjoyed his company, how much I loved to watch him sing along to the music, how much I loved talking to him about things we both loved. But again, it came to an end. We exchanged information and I eagerly awaited his response.

It lasted for a while, I was in high school and he was in art school and we had a great time while it lasted. I used to rush home from school every day and call him, waiting to hear about his day and adventures. But then talking everyday turned to weeks, and months and in the end, we had just lost contact. Until now.

It's pelting down now, the rain falling all around the umbrella, which is becoming quite useless. He is still standing, waiting for the bus. I had spent the last 10 minutes studying him in detail, contemplating whether or not I should call out to him. After we had stopped talking, I just decided to give up and get rid of all my feelings I had for him. It was a lost cause, not hope. But now, as I stand in a storm, watching him shuffle his feet like he used to, it's all coming back.

The bus was closing in, and I'm not sure why, but I did. I ran across the road. "GERARD!!" He looked up and gave me a puzzled look. "Yes?"  His same beautiful deep tone and same well pronounced words. In that moment I was so happy. He looked perflexed, I looked at him expectingly, waiting for him to embrace me, but instead he looked behind me.

The bus came, and he left. Without anymore words. Just left without a simple, hey Blaire it's been so long. I stood there, silent. The thing I had feared the most had come catapulting towards me and struck me like lightning. He didn't remember me.

 

Gerard

Why won't the rain stop? It's been at least 3 hours and it has not gotten any lighter.  I already missed the first shuttle so I had to catch the second. It started to get dark quickly now.  This possibly could have been a terrible day. Then she showed up. She was just so graceful, her long blonde ringlets under the red beret and the way she stood, off to the side, leaning against the pole. She looked annoyed, probably at the puddle that was growing around her feet. At first I was convinced that it wasn't her. It couldn't be. It had been 6 years or so and I was probably hallucinating. But under the rickety street lamp I could just see her violet nail polish and scar on the top of her knee. It was Blaire. After all this time, she was there, in front of me, holding a black umbrella that didn't work that well.

My first instinct was to run across the road and launch myself to her, telling her all the things I meant to say but didn't. But that instinct went as fast as it came. I decided not to make eye contact. I shuffled around and thought about what to do. Maybe she didn't recognise me. Maybe she did but didn't want to talk. Art School got in the way and I lost what we once had.