Cupid's Arrow

Happy Rain

Drip drop. Drip drop. Drip drop.

That was how the rain sounded.

Lab-dub. Lab-dub. Lab-dub.

And that is how, my heart pounded hard against my chest. It sounded louder than the pouring rain.

My sneakers squeaked as I was walking down the street, drenched in my black hoodie and jeans.

I loved and will always love the rain, for rain always takes the time to comfort me as I cry.

And the rain loves me too. Rain would hide my tears so no one would see my pain.

I arrived at the apartment dripping wet. As I opened the door, the whole place was a mess. Broken plates, a toppled over coffee table, some scattered clothes on the floor.

"F*ck you! Go to hell!" mom shouted in the kitchen.

"I'm already in hell bitch!" dad replied.

They were fighting.

Again.

I ignored they're childish behavior and went to my room. I climbed out my window and landed on the fire escape.

It was still raining when I arrived at the roof deck and was startled to see a figure attempting to jump from the apartment building.

I walked towards him without him noticing me.

"If you want to end your life so bad, you must have a hell of a life," I said as I stood next to him, looking out.

He was startled at my presence and almost fell. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, hands inside my pockets.

"What are you doing here?" he asked shakingly.

"I should ask you the same question," I retorted.

The rain slowly stopped pouring.

"I thought I would ran away from my parents, go to my apartment building and kill myself," he said honestly and the rain stopped.

I just smirked and looked out towards the city, filled with lights.

"How bad could your problem be?" I asked sarcastically.

"My family went into bankruptcy and my parents started fighting," he said solemnly.

I smirked again. Rich people, I thought. "Life's not all about money. Once you learn how to live contented you'd rather want to live a simpler one."

There was a pause and I looked at him, and he was looking out to the city too. He suddenly looked at me and our eyes met.

"Maybe you're right," he said with a grin. "Name's James," added extending out a hand.

"Rain," I said and shook his hand which was freezing and shaking.

"Your hand's freezing," I said and focused at him. "You're starting to turn purple," I added.

"Nah. This is nothing," he said shakingly as cold wind blew.

"Where's your apartment?"

"Just below."

We headed to his apartment and I told him to put on dry clothes while I made him soup.

I was already plating the soup when he came in the kitchen with a blanket draped over himself.

I placed the bowl in front of him then placed my hand over his forehead.

"You're catching a fever," I said. "Where's your medicine cabinet?" I added.