Five Things About the Rain

"Where are you going?" I shouted from the porch.

"Anywhere. I just need to get away."

"What's that supposed to mean, Niall?"

"I think we should take a break, see what happens."

He looked at me, as if he was waiting for a reply. When I didn't answer, he shook his head slightly, got in his car, and drove away. And there he left me, standing on my porch in the rain, just like the day we first met. Except this time I was crying, not knowing what to do about the boy who had just walked away from me....the boy I was sure I was in love with.