Regrets

Chapter 20: Reunite

Kirstin's POV
There's no one in the kitchen what's happening here? My mom's house wasn't nearby, not too far either. It will take an hour to get there by bus. My life is sh*t we're poor, my parents don't care about me. I ran out of the restaurant. What's happening in my life?

My dad is dead but he deserves it I know it's bad to say that but you don't understand. My mom doesn't care about me I need a reason to be alive please someone give me a reason.

I'm so scared maybe I can go to my mom's house. But I have a bad feeling about it, I'm so confused about what's happening. I have a weird feeling that my mom is in danger. I'm not going there she just wants me to have a boyfriend and I hate her for it.

I need Carl he's the one who can help me to times like this. I'm so lucky today this is the luckiest week of my life.

I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. Up to now, the sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold color of the sun.

Droplets of moisture began to drip from the leaves. They were sprinkling onto the grass like a gardener's hose. Then the rainfall became more intense. So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. It reminded me of the rotor blades on a helicopter.

I saw a silhouette of a man with an umbrella. I'm drenched in rain and I don't need anyone. The tall man walked to me and there's a lightning that gave me the chance to look at the man's features.

I recognized the face and it's... Scott! I'm not sharing an umbrella with him! I rather die than share with him.

"Didn't you promise that you would never leave me?" I asked he promised that we're together forever. But he leave me because I'm not famous? What the hell is that? Is that a valid reason to leave someone?

"I'm dumb and immature back then. Grow up." He said while crossing his arms in his chest. That hurts it really hurts I silently cried, he doesn't notice no one can notice it just looks like it's the rain running down my cheeks.

"Am I not enough for you?" I managed to ask softly.

"You never were, the truth is I never loved you." He said harshly. "I'm sorry" he added but I know that he's not sincere.

"You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?" I asked again I know that I need to stop all I can get is the hurtful truth.

"Who could ever love a girl like you?" He asked me with a disgusted face.

My own feet ran away I don't know where I'm going all I need to be far from Scott.

I took shelter under an old oak, hoping that I could see out the shower. A wall of rain moved over the oak and the drops were drumming against the canopy. It's better than to be with a jerk. I need to wait until this rain stops.

The wait is over, the sun came out again casting slanted beams of light across the meadow. Steam rose slowly from the grass. It rose up eerily and drifted mist-like towards the molten-gold sun. The image was so vivid that it stayed with me all the way to nowhere.

I love the smell of the surroundings after it rains. I want to go home, I need to go home. I'm so scared about the note in the restaurant and I have nobody to help me.

Scott's POV
So the show is move due to the powerful and heavy rain. So that means more time in Dallas, my girlfriend is so busy this is our only time but she doesn't want to be with me I guess.

A dinner in the new restaurant wouldn't hurt, right? It can help to get rid of the stress in my body.

The sky seems gloomy. Who would have thought that something as colorless as water could make clouds so dark. It has started to drizzle now. I tried to rub the condensed water droplets on the glass wall of the restaurant to get a clear view of the busy street ahead.

Soon it will turn into an endless music of droplets hitting window panes, rooftops and tree-leaves; just like an old radio coming to life.

I walked out in the rain with an umbrella when I saw I girl drenched in water. She will get sick if she stays longer, I walked closer and it's Kirstin we have a serious talk it's more like an annoying interview she just asked some questions then ran away like a chicken missing its head.

My relationship with Anne is uhh not good, she's having more fun with Josh and she's not spending time with me.

For young couples like Anne and I, rain is an occasion to express their love but I think she prefers Josh to be her boyfriend.

For the elderly, it's a bitter sweet memory and for young ones, it's just a wet playground. Rain is like God's poetry; each drop is a single letter in the song of life. But most of all, for me it's a reminder of lost love. It's a chance to break barriers and let the emotions flow and allow the rain to mingle with tears on my face.

Only the pinkness of my eyes gives any clue to my sadness and in this city of machines who will look closely enough to tell.

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