Who I Am (short story)

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𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡, 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠..

        I stared down at the ground. Helplessly I walked forward, hands in my coat pockets. The rain slowly started to pour. I didn't bother to put up my hood, I just looked down. From the tears of the sky, puddles of water formed. It grew bigger and bigger. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the dirty water. Every drop that hit the puddle made a ripple. Suddenly I got very wet. I tried hard but tears started forming in my eyes. I finally put on my hood ignoring the fact it was more wet than the muddy asphalt of the sidewalk. I had no choice, I had to isolate myself from this cruel world I live in. I felt the warm water droplets run down my cheeks and into the puddle below. I then looked at the water. "Is this..me" I managed to say, asking myself. I slowly took out one of my hands from my pocket, realizing the water was reflecting me. I waved an awkward wave to myself. "Hello" I said quietly. "I am you" I pointed at my reflection. "And you are me". I put my hand back into my pocket. "I'm sorry mother" I whispered letting my emotions take over. I had no control over myself any longer and I let myself cry hard. "I'm soo-o s-sorry" I whispered to the puddle. "Why did you go mother.." I chocked out. I let myself cry until it was all gone. I felt my mothers tight hugs around me. "Live your life.." she whispered. I cried inside. I then looked at the stranger in the water. "I will make you proud" I whispered a small smile appeared in the reflection. "Thank you" I said. I closed my eyes, imagining my favourite memories with her. I then skipped down the road,not seeing the tears of the sky but little drops. I spun around making myself dizzy. 𝐼𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒, I told myself. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦. I looked down at my reflection again. "But most importantly", I whispered. "I wanna be me" I smiled and I walked happily back home.

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I honestly don't know what I was thinking writing this 12.03.20. The day before lock down in March. But hope you enjoyed..

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