The wind brushed against my skin so softly, the faint cold encasing my body in a mind-bending spell of wonder. And, for just a moment, as I closed my eyes and let the frigid air touch me, I could have sworn it was your hands wrapping my body in your distant embrace.
But I was alone.
The tears ran down my face, just like the raindrops fell down the window of your car on the night I gave you everything. And as I cried I could have sworn I heard your voice in the wind calling for me.
But I was alone.
The world seemed to stop, trapping my soul in an eternal darkness where the dark grey storm clouds, the same color as your beautiful eyes, surrounded me. And as I watched the storm light up the sky in an ethereal beauty of violent destruction I was reminded of our love. Our beautiful, chaotic, tragic love.
The raindrops fell around my body, and as I counted them, one by one, I could name a reason I loved you for each drop that soaked my pale skin.
I just wish you could have done the same.
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Counting Raindrops
Short StoryWe were the perfect storm, and for just a second I truly believed we could be something magical. But you were lightning and I was thunder, and the timing would always be slightly off. So now I lay here, counting the raindrops you left behind staring...
