𝕊𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

Lifes like rain slipping through your fingers

Colby was alone on a bridge. He noticed something upon his anguish.

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The sky was flashing above the city.

Long strands of electricity could be seen decorating it. A brown-haired boy was resting his hands on the railing of a bridge- a brick bridge, curved above a body of water.

The rain was mercilessly tearing the heavens, the trees were bending under the pressure of the wind and their leaves were being ripped away and carried far into the night.

Colby briefly wondered how his friends were doing, cuddling with warm blankets close to one another, not noticing the absence of one of their own. He brought one of his hands out from his pocket and with the other, tried to fruitlessly light up a cigarette.

The flame couldn't even reach the cigarette before it was decimated. He wasn't really expecting anything else. His clothes were soaked and felt heavy on his body, if he had worn makeup like he recently had been to hide his exhaustion , it would have been trailing down his face, top brand and all.

He cast his eyes upon a fallen bird. It was being swallowed up by the river, drowning, probably alone, lost from its family.

He couldn't hear any sounds coming from it, and he didn't think it was because the rain was covering them. With its voice clawed away, the bird vanished from his sight, the turmoil of the water covering any trace of the moment ever happening.

He wondered if he himself was drowning, without a voice.

He had given up trying to rip away from the currents. He wondered if he'd ever be swallowed up by life, like the same one he had watched escape through his fingers, slip away, like water.

The sky was crying, either for, or with him, he didn't know. Turning on his heel slowly, like the drained puppet he felt, he walked off the bridge, feeling his feet sink into the yet-to-dry soil.

There was a thirty-minute walk back to the trap house, and it seemed the rain would indulge him with its company along the way.

He couldn't bring himself to smile, because he had nothing to smile for, but he cupped the rain water with one of his hands and faithfully watched it slip through his fingers, only the rainwater replenished, unlike his life.