It was raining as he walked down the street. Cold, wet and overthinking. He couldn't stop thinking about the boy and about everything he said; things like that he likes him and that's really flattering... he couldn't take his mind out of this boy it was all he could think about. He couldn't stop thinking about how he will hurt him one day and how heartbreaking it will be for both of them. As the rain was falling on his cheeks; where he kissed him and on his hair; where he kissed him as well and on his hands; which were held by the boy a few hours ago the rain fell down on him and he was thinking about him...oh rain please wash it all away. Wash it all way because it's dangerous for both of them.
