In The Rain

Blindly, I run, as the rain patters a forceful rhythm upon the pavement; casting a veil over everything, blocking out all sounds.

My clothes are soaked, my unkempt hair plastered to my face. Squinting into the distance, I scan the surroundings desperately for your silhouette.

My breathing takes on an uneven, ragged pattern, and fatigue threatens to smother me, but I resist; ignoring the aching of my legs while I stagger on.

Finally, I stop, for I realise that you're not there anymore.

Just as I turn back, however, I spot a lone figure by the light of the streetlamp in the park.

For a split-second, my breath hitches in my throat; and then I sprint into your arms.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, burying my face into your chest.

My voice cracks; and the tears start to flow.

Your arms form a protective cage around me, tender and gentle; but your body is tense.

Gradually, my sobs quieten. As I start to pull away, you break the silence.

"Look at me," You tell me, your voice low and trembling.

Raising my eyes to meet your gaze, I panic at its intensity and struggle to escape your gentle grip, but I find myself unable to move.

"Tell me that you don't love me."

Your guarded eyes imprison mine in a hard stare.

"I..." I begin shakily, but I falter.

Suddenly, the invisible fortress guarding the emotions behind your dark orbs dissipate; and a myriad of searing emotions leap out at me as you whisper tenderly.

“Tell me that you love me.”

Within me, conflicting and intertwined meanings bubble; yearning to be expressed. Yet, I am unable to identify the jumbled inferno, and the staccato of my pulse speeds up erratically.

With each passing second, your stare bores deeper into me, and the tension builds as my breathing becomes laboured.

"Please," My voice comes out broken. "Stop doing this to me...I…can't,"

For a moment, I see the immeasurable hurt and blinding agony flash across your face. But it is replaced with a blank expression of arrogance just as quickly, and your lips twitch into a bitter smirk.

Wordlessly, you release me and stride away.

In the distance, the shattering of glass sounds above the pattering rain.

And I see the broken glass on the ground clearly; like the million tiny shards of my heart.
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Inspired by Vera, Swish, and fictionpress romances.

Not a very accomplished piece. I'm quite disappointed on how this turned out. But oh well. It matches my mood.

Dreary and...disappointed.

In dampened spirits we sing