My name is Rain. Like a storm. My mom always told me that one day like the rain, I would find someone that I would travel to the ends of the earth for. I've never liked school dances for the most part but here I am. As I stand here in a room full of people, she is the only person I see. Her name is Viola. Like the flower. And just like a plant is sustained by water, we are connected. I have never met anyone like her before and to tell you the truth, I'm still as nervous around her as day one. God do I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. She is everything I could ever have hoped for. And I am looking at her. And she is looking back. We spoke no words, but it was the mere silence that said everything... And I have never felt more alive.
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The Pluviophile Called Viola
RomanceA 500 word short story (written in 3 parts) of high school students Rain and Viola from their first date to present. I deeply appreciate the feedback and support! Thank you.
