He stood there, motionless, in the poring rain. His dark brown hair soaking wet. Rain was dripping from his dark grey sweatshirt onto his red sneakers. His deep brown eyes were fixed on a name engraved on that stone. Her stone. One of the many in that grave yard.
He waited there a few more minutes, and then took his skateboard and rode it down the street. He made a sharp turn at the corner store, passing a restaurant he used to take her to.
All at once memories flooded his mind and he couldn't stop the tear from running down his already wet face. He shoved the thoughts in a dark corner in the back of his mind and disregarded them completely.
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Historia CortaHe stood there, motionless, in the pouring rain. His dark brown hair soaking wet. Rain was dripping from his dark grey sweatshirt onto his red sneakers. His deep brown eyes were fixed on the name on that stone. Her stone. One of the many in that gra...
