11th grade.
We were in 11th grade when we danced in the rain together for the very first time.
I still remember that time. It is imprinted deep inside my mind.
Flashback:
I handed Maya her ice cream before walking along with her. The school ended and we were walking back home together. She was telling me how she wasn't able to complete her project file on time, because she was busy preparing for the upcoming debate competition.
Amaya loved debates.
"I can help you if you let me." I tried to convince her knowing she would refuse which she did,
She shook her head and said,
"Thank you, but I can do it, I just need some more time." She finished her ice cream.
"I know you can, but let me help you. You're busy with the debate and the submission is soon. It will be easier for you if I help you with a few things." I tried to make her understand.
She thought for awhile before agreeing eventually.
"Let's go somewhere this weekend," I suggested,
She shook her head sadly,
"I can't, I've extra classes."
I sighed.
The sky was gloomy today, dark clouds covered the sun making it dark. We walked faster to reach home soon, when a light drizzle started. The light drizzle soon turned into heavy rainfall.
She grabbed my hand and we both ran, not wanting to spoil our books and projects. A lot of cars were passing by making me slowly push Amaya to the otherside of the side walk, making sure I'm by the road. Just then a car passed splashing the dirt on my white shirt.
I groaned in annoyance but then I heard her laughter. Looking up I saw her laughing while holding her stomach. We were drenched, a car came again and I was splashed on by dirt yet again but it didn't bother me anymore. My entire focus was on her.
My heart was beating fast, my eyes were lost, I felt myself losing in her. I couldn't look away nor could I walk. Instead, I just smiled because this was strange yet so familiar.
"Since we're both now drenched, let's dance!" She said excitedly.
The road was now almost empty,just a few people who were there seeking shelter under some shops.
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Hidden hearts: A confession of hearts.
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