"I won't ever leave you",
She'd promised.
Now she stood here,
Getting soaked in the rain,
Forearms aching.
He stood there,
In front of her,
His clothes getting drenched.
They stood in the rain,
Hugging.
It was *just* a hug,
But to them,
It meant more.
"We're in the rain."
=> Long version
She just stood there.
The water heavily
dripping down on her,
rain mixing with tears,
Her forearms hurting
From where she
"painted" herself.
Her tool of choice?
A razor blade.
He saw her, standing there,
Out in the rain.
Quickly, he came over to her,
Immediately pulling
her into himself.
*We're in the rain.*
Neither of them could
Bring themselves to
Care about the rain, nor that
This might get them
A cold or other sicknesses.
He knew she needed
comfort right now.
She'd promised herself she'd
Stop the painting,
But the temptation had
Been too strong.
Yet, all those thoughts
Simply disappeared
As the boy held her.
*You wanna hurt yourself,
I'll stay with you.*
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