Rain 》christian akridge

03

Present time:
Melanie:

He was there.

He was actually there, at the door of my English class. I mean it wasn't so spectacular since all he did was look at me then walk away.
But these past years have killed me, I've never been away from him for so long.

I missed the sound of his voice.

I missed how he smiled when he was nervous.

I missed the smell of his cologne & how he'd play The 1975 on repeat.

But mostly I missed how it felt to lay in his arms at night.

And the fact that I ruined that made me despise myself.

"Melanie. It's time to present your piece." My English teacher, Mrs. Steel said.

She had assigned us to write about a time in our life where we made a mistake, and what we could've done to fix it.

I stood I front of the class and gulped the lump in my throat.

As I spoke my voice cracked, "I shouldn't have walked away when we argued. It just hurt me to see you so angry with me, so angry at the mistake I made. But that's what we needed; we needed to argue we needed to talk about it, about how I hurt you. I should've told you how I loved you. Because when I walked away it didn't only change everything between us. But it changed how you felt about me, and how you thought I felt about you. I broke us. And if only I stayed and took the punishment of you being angry with me, maybe there wouldn't be all these broken pieces that I'd have to pick up, slowly, and painfully. I'm sorry, I didn't love him the way I loved you. I did--still love you."

I thought I might cry. But I held it in, I couldn't cry in front of all these people. It was already pathetic enough that Im saying the words I should've said to him, to this class.

"Thank you Melanie, you can take your seat now." My teacher said calmingly.

As I walked to my seat the whole class watched me, probably waiting for me to have a break down, and honestly I was waiting for it too. But it didn't happen, I did what I always did. I held my feelings in, hoping not to break.

Christian:

My mind kept crawling back to her. It was petrifying.

I even think I heard her calling my name, "Christian... Christian... Christian--MR. AKRIDGE!"

When I snapped out of it my Bio teacher, Ms. Anderson was calling me.

"I highly advise you to pay attention if you want to graduate."

During our lunch period I decided to go to the library to avoid company. I needed to be alone today, to figure out what was going on.

I just decided to sit at an empty table and calm down. Once I was calm I got up and started to search through the isles, I ended up finding a book, but not just any book.

It was Melanie's favorite book, it was a book of poems written by Shel Silverstein. Melanie read it too me once but I don't remember it quite well.

I sat down and read through the pages, gazing at the unique drawings. They were simple but creative.

I heard someone talking to the librarian, "excuse me do you know where the book Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein is?"