I went home that day. The rain was pouring hard, drenching every inch of me, but I didn't care. I just want to be away from that place. Away from him.
Why did he have to remember anyway? Why now? It feels like somebody's playing us. His timing? It's so perfectly wrong. Like he was meant to remember so I could make the worse decisions of my life. It was pulling me down.
How do I know what's right? How do I know if I'm wrong? How do I choose? And why, why, am I the one unlucky enough to be choosing what's right and wrong?
The rain is good for one thing. My tears aren't that obvious, thanks to it. But my head and my heart hurt so much. I just want to be happy. I just want everyone I love to be happy. Why couldn't be life be as simple as that? Why couldn't we just be happy? Why do these thi
