As rain fell down my face, hiding the salty tears that leaked yet from not the clouds but my eyes. A million thoughts course through my mind as I hear the billion tiny splashes of the raindrops hit the puddles that lay in the broken concrete.
As I sit on the curb with a mind going as fast as Kingda Ka, the sky's tears halt their attack on my body.
With the eyes of golden bronze holding an umbrella over me, while the clouds rain pours on the midnight hair of this knight.
Meeting eyes, as the gaze is locked until the late night bus came and carried my hero to his battle.
As I sit on the curb I'm left with an umbrella and a new feeling inside
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Pond of Thoughts
Short StoryA collection of short stories that I've written, each about a different feeling I've had that can relate to another person one way or another
