Rainy Days

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It takes a few moments for me to even realise what it is that he means. It takes a few moments for me to notice his wandering eyes and his knowing stare.

It takes more than a few moments for me to realise that I am not alone.

For some unknown reason, Rain Reynolds understands.

Not even

Em -

not even 

she

understands.

And I stare back at him, jaw unhinged, lips cracked and dry. And I want to kiss him again, I want to feel the cold, cold stars and I want to taste his ungodly scent

but

I am not okay

and

he is not okay

and kissing him would probably kill us both in this moment.

He reaches up his left hand and wipes all guilty traces from his mouth. I want to say something, to comfort him, but I'm out of words. I know nothing. I am a blank book full of blank pages.

And I suddenly realise what an odd couple we would make -

what a

screwed up

couple,

what a

fucked up

couple.

A bulimic murderer.

A depressed girl.

"Don't tell anyone," he whispers. "Please."

And I just nod because I have never seen anyone so desperate in my entire life, I have never imagined Rain Reynolds so weak in my entire time of knowing him.

He nods back.

And by nodding, we make an agreement. It's silent but it's there, scrawled in the tears in our eyes.

I won't tell anyone.

And neither will he.