2:02pm
I'm nervous.
Terrified even.
Young adults pile out of the campus building. Talking with their friends, running to their cars, laughing over a joke that wasn't even funny.
I stand underneath my favorite tree in the courtyard of the campus. My eyes never leave the doors that people pile out of.
I hold the white and purple designed container close to my chest. I don't want the rain to destroy it.
As all the people clear out of the courtyard, I remain under my tree. The rain batters my body, soaking my black hoodie and black sweats.
The double doors swing open.
Mark exits the school with a black umbrella in his grasp. He opens the umbrella and the rain doesn't touch his black trenchcoat not one bit.
He clutches his bag tightly as he holds the umbrella over his head. His hair bounces as he walks down the stairs.
He stops at the last stair.
His eyes meet mine. My lips curve into a small smile.
He watches as I approach him. Water drips off of my hair as I hold out the container.
He stares at the container in my hands. After he sees what's inside, he stares into my eyes. The rain lands and glides off of his umbrella as we stare into each other's eyes.
He doesn't smile, nor does he say anything. I'm not sure if he's having a good day or not but, it's a special day for him.
A day he's been telling me about for the past month.
I smile. Not just my typical smile with just my lips curving upwards. I smile with my teeth. My mouth opens and curves revealing my displeasing teeth.
Mark drops his umbrella and embraces me in a hug. The container in my grasp crushes under the pressure of our pressed bodies.
I wrap my free arm around his slim torso and lift him off the final step he's standing on. His feet hit the ground and now, I can properly hug him.
He burrows his face into my wet neck.
"Thank you." He whispers.
I nod my head and rub his back.
We stand in the rain in each other's arms. The useful black umbrella lays on the ground unbothered and untouched.
The rain starts to get heavier and my shoulder becomes damper.
It's not the rain wetting my shoulder, it's Mark's tears.
I'm not sure if they are tears of sadness or happiness. Nevertheless, I hold him until his smile returns. I hold him tight enough to warm him from the cold rain.
It may not be a good day for him but...
Happy birthday Mark.
One of my fav chaps to write tbh^^
