Honey (BxB)

~48~

Jesse

I dragged myself downstairs like a zombie. Dad was reading on the couch while mom was busy in the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked, pausing what she was doing to come up to me. There was a spatula in her hand while she looked at me worriedly.

"I'm just going for a walk," I lazily told her as I put my shoes on. She gave me a gentle smile.

"That's good but it's getting dark so don't stay outside for too long and take an umbrella with you. It's windy, I think it's going to rain. Put on a scarf and did you take your phon-"

"Bye, mom!" I cut her off before running outside. She worries too much and I'm not in the mood to carry an umbrella around with me.

The wind felt refreshing. The street was wet, with traces of heavy rain that happened not too long ago.

I breathed in the cool air. The smell of wet soil and grass filled my nostrils as I walked to the park. It felt good.

Refreshing.

I needed this.

I sat down on one of the wooden benches in the park. It was slightly wet but I didn't care.

I don't care about anything right now. It's just me.

Sometimes you just don't care about anything. Like what others are going to think of you and all that crap. You just do what you want to do to make you feel at ease.

I don't care if I get wet or even If I drench in the rain. I kinda want to stay here in the rain. Enjoying the rhythm of raindrops.

Maybe I'm just sad. I've read that sad people like rain so much or maybe I'm going crazy.

I shook my head at the crazy thoughts running through my mind. I looked up at the sky. The sun is nowhere to be seen.

It's cloudy... like his eyes.

I watched the grey clouds moving fast in the wind. It reminds me of his stormy eyes.

I miss them.

I miss them piercing into my very soul.

I miss them making me shudder with just one look.

I miss those moments.

I miss him.

A light wind blew and I felt something cold on my cheeks. I touched my face. Is it raining already?

No.

Tears.

I didn't realize I was crying. Maybe I got so used to it and didn't even know it was happening.

I wiped my cheeks and looked around.

There were not many people in the park. Everybody went home because of the rain or maybe the stormy sky and wind scared them off.

I saw a few people here and there.

There was this girl who was wearing a black hoodie that said 'F U'. Must be going through a heartbreak.

A man in his thirties, I guess, sitting on a wooden bench identical to mine and staring at the pond mindlessly.

On the other side of the pond was a kid who looked like he was in middle school. He was throwing pebbles in the pond while a big pout adorned his face.

A few benches away from me was a guy. He was wearing a grey hoodie, I couldn't see his face because his hood was up. But he looked young, maybe the same age as me. He was looking down with his head resting on his hands.

Sad people.

Everyone here looks sad. The book was right. This kind of weather attracts sad people. Like how I'm drawn to it.

I sighed. I should go back or mom is going to go crazy.

I mindlessly got up from the wooden bench and took a final glance at the sky.

I inwardly cursed at it for not raining before turning around to walk home. Unfortunately for me, my face was met with a hard wall or should I say someone's chest?

Oh! the grey hoodie guy.

I looked up to say sorry but everything in my mind went blank as I saw his stormy eyes staring right back into my wide ones.

Oh no.

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