she wasn't at the bus stop the next day,
which was weird
because ever since he started taking this bus
she'd always be there:
everyday,
taking the same bus
at the same time
as he was.
his eyes were wide,
his pupil dilated
as he watched the rain drill against the concrete floor,
hitting all that blocked its path.
he was the first person at the bus stop now,
watching as everyone filled it
and scattered as he waited for the next one to come.
he didn't get on the bus though,
he waited because the rain was hitting harder than before,
pelting down before the sun snatched its strength,
the rain had stopped.
he watched as the girl walked in with
shoes that squished against the her socks,
a broken blue umbrella in hand,
and
scarlet rimmed eyes with purple bags under them.
he continued to watch as she sluggishly walked to his side and sat.
they watched the rain leave its musty smell,
the bus fill up
and the rain start again.
