The Boots [ON HOLD]

Chapter Three

(Dylan)

Dylan.

It was raining outside. On a Monday too, making this untimely day seem bitterly sweet. A day to be admired rather than scorned. Today she will be out early and today she will become entirely her. Not that she is never her, but her essence always magnifies in the rain. As if she was born for the falling water.
If I hurry I can make it out the door in time to walk beside her, though near her is more realistic. I don't think she even notices the other people around her when it rains. It's as if the water gives her tunnel vision. I don't mind though, I just enjoy watching her in the rain. She's like a unique water goddess that should only be admired by afar. She is entirely refreshing. This morning I am in need of some refreshment so I shovel the rest of my breakfast into my mouth, toss my bowl and spoon into the sink. As I run up the stairs I skip every other step as if I can beat time itself, till I finally burst into my bedroom.
Filled with frantic energy I leap over to my window to grab my backpack. Just as I start to turn away, the view of the Main Street captures my attention. Outside my side facing window I glimpse Lily walking down the street in a trance. Her one hand is outstretched with her palm open to the sky as if to caress the falling water. I was entranced myself. I gazed at her all the way down the street until she turned left at the tall love oak tree, so named for all the hearts and names couples had carved to serve as a remembrance of their love. Maybe it was a sign, I didn't know. Nor did I care. All I was focused on was Lily. And as she disappeared from my vision I turned from the window and scrambled down the stairs and out the front door.
As I ran down the street the only thought in my mind was catching up to Lily. I hardly noticed the shallow puddles I was stomping through soaking my trousers and I hardly cared.