Our perfect rainstorms

The 30th of January, 2016

Saturdays. Weekends. Boring as fuck. I had gone to bed early the day before (for once), so I had woken up at 5:30AM. Lovely. I had nothing better to do, so, after eating some cereal and toghurt for brekkie, I decided to take the metro to Vuosaari and go take some photos in the forest. I got some nice photos of the sunrise from the metro on my way, too.

So, I made my way out of the metro once I got to my destination and walked over into the forest, taking photos of Vuosaari waking up as I walked. I got some nice shots of cirrus tower, the beach and the streets in general, but I spent about an hour with my camera in the forest, taking amateur photos of the leaves and the paths.

After I had taken my photos, I got a call from mum. I picked up the phone.

"Where are you?" She asked, panicky. Shit. I had forgotten to tell her where I was going.

"I'm in Vuosaari. I'm ok, just taking photos", I replied.

"OK, good. Come back by 9PM, ok?" Mum said.

"I will", I replied. "I'll see you later".

"OK, see you later", mum said. "Bye!"

I hung up the phone and started walking out the forest.

I decided to go into the Ciao Cafe in the shopping centre Columbus after taking the photos to get some coffee. Obviously I took photos of that, too, because man, it was a really damn aesthetic coffee. A+ work by the person who made it for me.

As I drank down my coffee, Charlie texted me.

Charlie: hi
Charlie: um
Charlie: i have no conversation starters
Charlie: i just like talking to you

Me: Aw, that's ok :3
Me: How are you?

Charlie: well i could be better

Me: Has something happened?

Charlie: no

Me: Oh

Charlie: yeah

Me:*hug*?

Charlie: thanks
Charlie: *hug*

Me: Can I do anything to make you feel better?

Charlie: idk
Charlie: just talking to you makes me really happy
Charlie: so maybe just do that

Me: Okay. How's your day been?

Charlie: same old same old
Charlie: wake up
Charlie: school
Charlie: hate everything
Charlie: cry because of my stupid depression
Charlie: go to bed
Charlie: yours?

Me: Wait hold up
Me: Depression?

Charlie: yeah

Me: Oh shit
Me: Why'd you never mention it before?

Charlie: oh
Charlie: idk
Charlie: im usually more open than that