Scented candles - a pcy fanfic

1.

The rain is ticking on my umbrella and I listen how the little raindrops slide down this rubbery platform, that I own since I was 7 years old, and how they slowly fall down on the ground as I sit on the bench across the road.

Little cars keep flashing their big headlight, all going home to their loved ones. It's trafficjam and it's the most satisfying thing to hear all of the carhorns blowing out their annoyance and passion to go home.

The flashes on my left side don't seem to end and I flip my phone so it faces the wooden surface with his screen, so I don't have to be bothered by it. I tilt my head backward and look up to the top of my umbrella. The pastely rainbow colours calm me down and I keep staring at them.

They remind me of when I was young. When I wished for an umbrella so I could go outside without getting wet. My first try using it was amusing.

I stop my thoughts for a second and smile at the young me getting pulled back, because of the huge amount of wind.

My feet tingle as the rain soaks them wet since I can only hold the umbrella over my head. I've been sitting here for a while and I feel weirdly at home.

The whispering trees behind and infront of me. Silently going left and right, back and forward, and again. Sometimes a leave falls off, silently saying goodbye to his beloved tree where he spend most of his time and ofcourse to the rest of the brown, orange little fellows. but as he falls down he gets greeted nicely by the rest of his friends who have already fallen down.

The hot mass in my left hand is warming up my whole body and I catch myself thinking I've finally felt a spark of happiness in me. How could I think that? Not at this moment. I could never think about it. For 365 days, it's still not acceptable for me to think that I'm happy. I couldn't be happy. Not like this.

It's my one year anniversary with my boyfriend and I've never been this mad. I try not to think about it too much since the day is almost over.

As I put my head back where it's supposed to be I realize that there's a tall guy looking at me. Maybe it was ten meters away. Across the road? I forgot to put my round glasses on or even take care of myself in general today. So I couldn't see well.

I kindly smile at him in the hope he'd just smile back and look away. Sadly he did not, so I did. I flip over my phone and the messages are still flooding in.

Cuttiee 🍃:
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

YOU KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE ME GETTING MAD SO YOU BETTER COME HOME BEFORE I GET REALLY PISSED OFF.

I decide to just reply this time. I indeed don't like it when he gets mad at me. I really do wonder when he's not.

it seems that you already are

Cuttiee 🍃:
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
IT'S OUR FUCKING ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY AND YOU'RE NOT HERE.

sorry

Cuttiee🍃:
JUST WAIT TILL YOU'RE FUCKING HOME

A deep thrill goes through my body. Like an electricity shock would. There's no way I'm going home now. I don't want to go back to that hell hole.

I always go outside when me and my boyfriend have fights. They don't have to be big but he just makes them like that.

I put my phone down and put it on silent again. As I do I look at my hands. I never really realized how bruised and red they were. Besides that I'm actually feeling fine.