Just Another Rainy Day

Rythm of the Falling Rain

Everybody wants happiness, no body wants pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.
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Some people call it chance, some call in coincidence. I call it: bad luck, misfortune.

Misery.

Where ever I go, I seem to bring the misery to others around me. But it's not my fault.

I have this...condition.

Because of it, I won't make friends. I refuse to make memories, for there would be no point. They'd all be forgotten.

I could have had friends, and if I did...I don't remember who. Or how many. Or when.

I only seclude myself from those in my classroom because I wouldn't want to hurt anyone.

The worst part? I wouldn't even know I was doing it.

I sit in the back of my classroom looking out the large window, watching as the light rain droplets dust the window pane.

I let out a sigh, whispering to myself. "It's not my fault, right?"

No matter how hard I try I can't remember anything from that previous week. All I can seem to recall is rain. The sound of the water lightly tapping the glass. The fresh, crisp, smell.

But nothing else.

The final bell rings and I slide out of my seat without a word, wanting to go home more than anything.

Today was Friday after all. The day it happens...

Holding onto the strap of the backpack that's slung over my right arm, I hurriedly find my way to the front exit of the school. I throw the hood of my sweater up to protect myself from the freezing rain.

Just like every week, I will only remember this.

The walk home. The rain. But nothing else.

I step out into the cold with my head slung down.
I purposely step onto the smaller puddles on the side walk, making a satisfying sound. A small smile works its way onto my lips.

But as soon as it arrived, the smile disappeared. I bump into something, causing me to fall back onto my bottom.
"W-Woah! Sorry about that!"

I look up, blinking the rain from my face. My brown eyes meet with vibrant greens ones as I stare up. a young boy, about my age, with black hair that sticks to his head from the rain, apologises, offering me his hand.

I don't respond, and don't accept his out reached hand.

I stand up pulling my hood back up, since it had fallen down.

"I...I don't think I've seen you around here. What's your name?" This mystery boy presses on.

My head hung low, I quickly glance up at him. Should I really tell him my name?

"R-Rose."

It's not like I'll see him again.

He flashes me a smile. "I'm Aiden. I truly hope we can meet again."

Aiden smirks and starts walking again, but stops right behind me. "I like people who smile when it rains. It's not something you see everyday."

My eyes widen a bit as I quickly start to walk again.

Even though It was barely a compliment it was nicest thing someone's said to me this week. It's too bad I won't be able to recall this moment. Or him.

Because of my Amnesia, I'll only remember it as another rainy day.