All Rain ever knew was the feeling of being alone. He never had any friends. That is, until the day the new girl saved him from the darkness of his heart.
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I just look at her.
Liz... I know that name from somewhere...
"Welcome to our school, Liz. I'm Rain." I give her a half-hearted smile and sit back down in my desk. I flip the book back open and continue reading, putting the earbud back in my ear.
When the bell rings for lunch, I wait for Liz outside the classroom. She walks out and looks at me.
"So you're the one who's going to show me around, huh?" She smiles warmly at me.
"Yeah, I guess so..." I adjust my backpack on my shoulders and start walking away. "Come on, slowpoke."
As she follows me, I glance back at her occasionally. She stays close to me and I guide her around the school. She stops me at the gym.
"It's been a while, huh, Rain?" She looks at me and smiles.
"What do you mean?" I look at her confused. What does she mean by, It's been a while? I mean, I've heard her name before, but I don't think I've never met her...
Wait..... That smile....
I flashback zips across my mind.
I've seen her before. I don't remember when or where, but I've definitely seen her before... I want to know more.
"I mean, it's been a while since we've seen each other last. Almost eight years." She gives me the same warm smile and I frown.
I was nine years old since I last saw her...
"I still don't understand... I remember you, but it's been eight years... It's still a little hazy... How do you remember me if it's been so long?" I look at her, my eyes narrowing. "Why don't I hardly remember you? Those emerald eyes of yours sure would have been vaguely familiar."
She laughs.
"You're so silly! I only remember you because you were my best friend." She smiles.
"I think you've got me mistaken with someone else." I turn and walk towards the gym doors.
"Who else do you think has the name 'Rain'?" She starts following me again.
"I don't know."
She doesn't respond and we walk out and I finish her little tour around the school.
The bell rings and we head back to the classroom. I can't stop thinking about what she said... The way she smiles... Those eyes. Those deep, emerald green eyes... It's all too far away.
I take my seat and open a book.
Why can't I shake the feeling that I actually do know her?
