"Diana!" I muttered.
The sound of rain felt like it was disappearing into the background. The warmth of her tiny hands felt like a flower garden suddenly surrounding us with the winter sun. Her concerned eyes were all on me, only me. Tears fell before I could stop them. Crying in front of a five-year-old felt pathetic. But I couldn't control myself.
"What happened?! Are you hurt? Don't cry!" Her small fingers wiped the tears off my face as she knelt before me. Her blue dress looked so beautiful on her.
"N-No!" I took a deep breath and wiped my tears on the sleeve of my hoodie. "It's rainwater!" I tried to laugh.
"Why are you here? I'm sorry I look a bit messy right now."
She watched me with concern, and before I could process what she was thinking, she jumped on me, hugging me with he
