Where's My Love Story?

Rain Washes Away

I heard thunder rumble the ground under my feet as I walked home in the rain. I smiled as I looked up and felt the rain hit my face. Rain always reminds me of where I grew up. I didn't grow up here in the "wonderful" city of Delcon. No, I come from a small town in Colorado. It rains a lot there and I miss it. So every time it rains, I think of home.

I keep walking home and I realize that you don't know who I saw. Should I tell you? I don't know. Maybe not. Or maybe I should, if I don't then you won't read this anymore. I jump into a puddle and make it splash. Ok I'll tell you.

I saw a beautiful girl with the cutest smile in the world. She rides the bus everyday like me, which surprised me because I've never seen this beauty before. I tried talking to her but I ended up stuttering and making a fool of myself. I actually blushed and had to look away. That's when she smiled and laughed a little. I look back at her and she's blushing too.

We talk about what we're going to school for and she's actually going for photography. As I see my stop coming up I ask if she's riding the bus again tomorrow. Right when I said that I remembered that she said she rides the bus everyday. Why did I say that?? She laughs and I see that smile again, she says yes as she pulls out a purple pen. She holds my hand and writes her number down. I can't help but smile like and idiot the whole time, don't make any jokes about it.

I smile one last time at her as I get off. I look up and see the clouds getting darker. I feel drops of water on my arm and face. I take a deep breathe, don't you love the smell of rain? Rain?! I look down at my hand, the number is being washed away! I quickly memorize it before it's completely gone. I put it into my phone before I start walking just to be sure I don't mess up while walking.

So that's what happened on the bus. I jump into another puddle and look up. I like this rain, it washes away all the sadness and sorrow. As I say that I get a flashback of home, but I'm laying on the rocks with the rain pelting my face, I open my eyes to see clouds. I look over to my side and see the blood being washed away by the rain.

No! No more! You're not going to see that flashback! No! This is probably the downside of being in a book, you know what I see and what I feel. I walk home in silence avoiding puddles and just wanting to get home. I walk up my sidewalk to the front door. I hear a door open above me as I slide my key in.

My neighbor comes out and says, "Is that my favorite neighbor?"

"Who else comes home at 5:30?" I reply.

"Oh lots of people come home sooner from work than you think." She says as she walks down the stairs.

I open my door and throw my bag in. I turn around and met her at the bottom of the stairs with a hug.

"How's the hip Melda?"

Melda is my 56 year old neighbor that got her hip replaced a few weeks ago. She's nice and will help you through anything the best way she can.

"It's holding up now. But ask me that in 3 years and you'll get a different answer."

"Let's hope it's not that different. Is Jules gonna come out today?" I ask as I look up to her open apartment.

Jules is her cat that she got from the shelter when her husband died 8 years ago. She's the fluffier cat you'll ever pet. I remember watching her while Melda went into surgery for her hip. This cat is one of the best friends you could have.

Melda looks up, "I don't think so. She has been sleeping a lot more lately. Maybe it's time for another check up."

"Between you and your cat, who sees their doctor more?" I joke. Although her cat is quiet old.

She laughs, "Don't say that. Haha Will you help me up the stair sweetie?"

"Of course."

I help her up the stairs and I say good night. I walk back to my apartment and just as I'm about to walk in, I hear and feel thunder roll through the building. As I feel the handle shake in my hand, I'm taken back to the Canyon, laying on the rocks covered in my blood.

"Not now. I'm not going to die now."