A heart, fragile as a glass, was broken into pieces. It was once strong as a stone. It was the kind of heart the arrow found.
The arrow can't pierce through the broken heart, so he waited and waited and waited until the heart was whole again.
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The school bell has finally rang, telling us that it is time to go home. Students rushing out the door, hurrying before the gray sky falls. I waited 'til they're gone.
I hasten my walk to my locker to go home early and arrive dry. But no luck was given to me as droplets of water hit the ground, making a puddle in the skin-deep little craters.
I sighed as I open my black umbrella. I held out my hands and let water drop down my hand. Sometimes I love the rain. The sound of rain, hitting the roof, makes me feel peaceful.
After a few minutes, I decided to start walking, to go home. I don't want my mom to worry.
As I was walking, I passed a playground. I stopped when I saw someone sitting on a swing, soaking wet from the heavy rain. He was looking down, his raven black hair was covering his eyes and not caring if he is drenched from the rain.
I walked to him and stood in front of him. He hasn't noticed me yet.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
He looked up at me and WOW. His eyes were blue.
Blue as the clear sky, yet dull as the gray clouds.
YOU ARE READING
Under the Rain (Boyxboy)
Short Story"A broken heart may be fixed yet the crack are still seen" This is a story of two guys that met UNDER THE RAIN.
