Dear Caroline

I was awakened by the soft murmuring of rain against my window. I peeled open my eyes, realizing the utter cold and emptiness without my boyfriend, Xavier. I missed his deep, morning voice, and his strong protective arms around my waist as we slept. I miss the butterflies he gave me, and the jokes that weren't funny but I laughed anyway. But he cheated, and I left him. I left him last night in the rain before the restaurant. 

I cleared my mind when I heard a distant rumble of thunder. I pulled the duvet off of me, and trudged slowly over to the closet. I pulled on a Jack Wills hoodie and some sweatpants, then I thundered down the stairs to the kitchen. 

Alone. Utterly alone. My flat used to seem so filled when Xavier was here, even when he was out with friends, it seemed like he left some happiness for me to take in. But this time, he took away the happiness, and left me with the true emptiness. I noticed a slip of paper on the kitchen counter, and I glanced at it, but soon I was intrigued.

Dear Caroline,

I'm so sorry. I can't live without you. The girl you saw was my old friend, we were just hanging out. That kiss was meant to be a goodbye because she was moving. Baby please don't go. I love you more than anything.

-X

I snorted at the letter. I knew that wasn't true. They had a long and passionate kiss, and I knew it meant more than just a friendly kiss.

I was disgusted by the way he lied to me. Disgusted by the way his tears showed nothing but carelessness as I ran away from him in the rain. I took the note, shredded it, then threw away the remains into the trash. 

In Australia, it rains.

A lot.

We don't have snow, so it rains instead. I needed to get out or I would end up like my friend who hasn't gotten over her boyfriend for 3 months. I pulled out some cereal and a bowl and ate it dry. I changed quickly into a varsity jacket, skinny jeans, and gray vans. I grabbed my phone and snapback and headed out into the rain. I plugged in my headphones and listened to Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran on replay. They darkness through the rain made everything slow down. 

I walked on the sidewalk. It was empty, everyone hiding from the rain. I let the rain fall and drench me as I strolled down the empty streets of Melbourne. I bit my lip, as I held back tears. Reminding myself of all the great years I spent with Xavier brought me a trembling sadness. I missed his large hands enveloping around mine. I let a few tears spill before a pair of large hands grabbed my waist and pulled me under a roof. I shrieked, thinking of what might happen. I might be raped or kidnapped or... I soon relaxed when I realized the man was whispering softly in my ear reassuring me everything will be okay. I looked up and we locked eyes. A sharp green emerald gaze locking with my blues. I let his thumb wipe away the tears that were falling from my eyes. I let the stranger hug me, and run his hands through my hair. I let his warmth substitute Xavier's. But Xavier's left, and I was depending on a stranger's to keep me from sobbing. 

"Are you okay?" his australian accent softly blew. I realized Australian accents do resemble British ones. I spoke to him in my british accent.

"Yeah. Thanks." I choked a bit, and he took my hand.

"Maybe you should dry up?" he proposed, and I shook my head, just wanting the rain to hide my tears.

"No thanks. I'm heading to starbucks." I replied softly, and he didn't budge.

"I'll come with you." he said. I shook my head fiercely. 

"No, I-"

"Please." his voice grew gradually silent. I sighed.

"Ok- fine." I finally managed to say with a normal tone. He took my hand and we walked into starbucks that just so happened to be behind us.

He held the door open for me and we stepped inside. We ordered then sat beside the window. The boy started telling me of what he does for a living, and I couldn't help but laugh with him. He was a prankster, who, with his 4 bestfriends, go around Melbourne frightening people and being crazy. I laughed when he told me of his sexually frustrated one. He told me he was pretty famous. I told him a few of my stories too, and we laughed together of the time I pranked my sister with eggs and made every single piece of her clothing dirty. His laugh was high-pitched some time, and his smile was breathtaking. I couldn't help but feel safe with him. I felt as if the happiness was somehow returning...