Rain on a Windowsill

In The Begining

    The rain hit the windowsill as I looked out onto the gloomy yet, interesting world. Only a little longer, then she will be with me again, I thought, just one more desolate hour… I sigh and grab a book I’ve read millions of times with millions of memeories and read it again. Remembering the way her eyes lit up when I read a word correctly. Or how she would read it to me when I was sick or injured. I miss her sweet voice, the way she made me complete without trying. I will find her and bring her back to me… My dear sweet Raine.

    She woke with her head pounding as another dream feels like a memory. She was dancing with a boy, he was the same age as her and looked almost exactly like her. His smile so young and pure yet cold, and they danced to mysteriously beautiful and eccentric music in the finest of clothes. She had a wonderfully frilly gown that she wouldn't ever wear but it was still beautiful the way the crimson red looked on her pale skin. He wore a black suit and held her close as their eyes met once more. His eyes were a dazzling blue with flecks of silver, and from what he’s said, her’s were too. She lied down and remembered her dream vividly from the colors of the walls to the shadows in the corners. Then she grabbed her sketchbook and drew the scene. It was hard to capture all the details she’d seen in the small space of her paper. She looked out her window to see the rain hitting her windowsill. She admired how marvelous it looked out there. It was gloomy yet so interesting.

    She smiled and looked back towards the paper. There was something missing from it something important. But she couldn’t tell what. And then she heard a knock on the window. As she approached it, there he was standing outside her window, the literal boy from her dreams and in a dark yet sweet voice he said, “Come back to me. My beloved Raine.”

    And with that she hit the floor and everything went as black as the suit he once wore.