Rain can never be more ironic than it already is.
The tears in the sky that come when you least expect it or when you would hope not to get it; It's like our emotions we could get tears when we are at our happiest or our lowest.
The worst part about death is that when your in it, the love you had spread turns into pain and suffering.
Love is never a game, and should not be a word used so casual. It's more then a desire or emotion.
A forceful sentiment that kills you when you have it and murders you when you don't.
August was a great season, and didn't deserve this. All of this is my fault; if I'd never met then maybe he'd still be here.
Crying won't bring him back.
Anger won't bring him back.
Regret won't bring him back.
and When the rain stopped so did my hope.
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It Always Rains In August
Short StoryThis is the first gender ambiguous short story that I had made. The main characters gender is completely up to you. It Always Rains in August is a Love story between two people and the struggle of keeping a relationship when things get rough. Its...
