I walk with the girl in the falling rain. I wonder what to call her. She put her hood up shyly due to the rapid rain. I've never seen her like this. The sky was grey and we walked side by side in a sorta awkward way. I wanted to say something but nothing came out of my mouth we just carried on strolling. She glanced at me and I got goosebumps, for a second everything was fluttery. She looked cold. I took off my suit blazer and put it around her shoulders as I started to get drenched. She looked at me suprised and I just smiled back.
Everything was fuzzy again, I hate the feeling.
It's like timed stopped around us, the tension only got thicker and we awkwardly. I just want the day to be over with. The top of my white shirt becomes translucent from the drenching rain.
"Ah?" The girl says obviously suprised at the situation. I want to say something but I can't reply.
She smiles at me obviously enjoying my clumsy state.
My black, sodden mop of hair dripping and drenched from the falling rain, my bangs cling onto my forehead, soggy and slick. She looked at me, her hair slightly damp —in better shape then mine—, and my blazer snug around her overlapping her hoodie. It was like time was still. We were half an hour away from the park, my translucent shirt stuck to my pale skin as rain drops poured down my face and clothes. I got a trickling movement up my back. I flinch.
We make it to the park the rain. . .but rumbling emerges.