Waiting for Rain

(she) XI

They don't talk after that.

It hurts in the most unexpected ways and she's doing her best to numb herself from the world.

She wasn't expecting him to fall in love with her or anything.

Just that he wouldn't... walk away. 

What a humorous thought.

But she had a play to write and direct and he wasn't going to be her downfall.

Downfall. She makes it seem like he was some sort of recurrence in her life. She's being melodramatic but she decides that's okay, and lets it happen. 

She shakes her head and tries to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Opening her locker, she finds a small stuffed penguin sitting on the top shelf with a note.

"sorry, please don't hate me."

Oh.

She slips it into her bag, and hurries to her next class, suddenly sadder than she anticipated.

She can't swim, but this is how she imagines drowning.