1982.
In the small town of Nixon, Texas two lost souls lived. Two young teenagers who had complete different stories, two stories that found away into one another. Two people, one horrid night.
Harry, and young boy working at a small gas station, fixing cars and filling gas. He was the type of kid everyone passed by. Nobody took much notice to him, he didn't mind though. He knew he wasn't much to notice, something he got over years before.
Once noticed he was talked down to, looked upon as a criminal. His apperence giving him a bad reputation to those who knew him. Although he never got into trouble his tattoo's told folks different. Tattooed boys meant trouble back then.
Harry may not of been noticed by many but he noticed everyone. Specially the preachers daughter. Aurora. Never had he met her, nor talked to her, but every Sunday in church he'd see her sitting in the back. Always stirring up some type of trouble. Always a non believer.
Aurora was the type of girl who no matter what she had done, good or bad her father never cared much. He claimed her as a bad seed. He reminded her day and night, spitting bible verses at her until she snapped.
Truth be told, all she had ever wanted was someone approval. She'd often find it with random guys on random nights. Anything to feel that empty void her father had caused. Deep down she was a lost little girl looking for love, real love.
She was the girl who noticed everything, every small thing she found beauty in. No matter how ridiculous it was she had a way of making you love it just as much as she did. Like rain, she found it the most interesting thing. Water pouring from the sky, and landing in the palm of your hands. Oh how she loved the rain....
