Angelina’s POV
I stepped out of the bus and hurried towards my house, day dreaming about the best cup of hot chocolate that my mom was well known for making during these harsh, cold winter days.
Winter in Seattle was always a constant cover of clouds, thunderstorms, and non stop rain, and I adored it like that.
You would always find me walking under the rain without an umbrella because of my passion to feel the rain pouring down on me.
Even if it ends up giving me pneumonia, I’d still do it.
Today was an exception though. It wasn’t a rainy day, but it was still pretty cold. I clutched my black leather jacket around myself tighter as I rounded the corner, went through the building’s front door, entered the hallway, and hurried to get my keys out of my small purse to get inside our
