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April Rain

The rain slammed onto my back as I pedaled down Maple Street with my hands gripping the handles so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The drops soaked into my short-sleeved, azure T-shirt on contact.

"Wait!" I heard my - as of two minutes ago - ex-boyfriend, Marcus call from behind me. "April, please! APRIL!"

My salty tears mixed with the refreshing water on my face, and I refused to stop. My mind flashed back to the moment when I had caught him in the act.

"You should know that I'm going to break up with her soon." Marcus had muttered to the girl. "I don't know why I went dated her for so long in the first place."

I had reached for the handle of the door to his room with shaky fingers. Tears had welled up in my eyes when I saw her on top of him practically naked.

"Marcus?"

His frightened eyes met mine in a fit of despair. "A-April?" He asked as he shoved the girl off of him and got to his feet. "April! It's not what it looks like!"

"I'm not deaf, Marcus! I heard what you said, so I think it's exactly what it looks like." My voice was strong and confident, but I was seconds away from falling to pieces.

And that brings me to where I am now. The memory of it toyed with my heart strings. I want to stop. In my heart I knew I would just take him back, though, so I don't.

I wasn't even a clingy girlfriend! I let him stay out late with his friends, I let him not text me back for hours, I let him forget my birthday. All because I love him. Love? Loved? I'm not sure just yet.

All I knew was that it hurt.

Everything hurt.

And yet, all I could see was rain.

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Then, I realized that the rain had stopped hours ago, and sitting on my roof listening to sad Coldplay songs wasn't going to help anything.

In fact, it just made me want to give up: on everything and everyone.

Plus, the humidity was making my already-drenched hair frizzy, so I climbed back into my room and onto my bed.

"April?"

My heart nearly stopped in my chest as my older brother, Logan, entered my room without any warning. I quickly tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks, but I wasn't stealthy enough.

"Have you been crying?" He questioned.

"Oh, uh, no." He raised an eyebrow at me in suspicion, "I was watching The Notebook again! You know how that movie always gets to me."

He still didn't look convinced. "Where's Marcus? You always watch it with him." My brave face must've come crashing down at the mention of his name because he looked like he wanted to hurt someone. "What did that little street scum do now?" He asked angrily.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "N-nothing! Don't hurt him, Logan."

The angry mask on his face fell away to reveal pity and confusion. "If he hurt you, you shouldn't be defending him, April."

I shook my head, "I provoked him. It was my fault."

Logan gave me a sad smile. "Whatever he did... It wasn't your fault. You're the perfect girl, April. He is at fault. Oh, God... Don't tell me he cheated..