The raindrops peal like malicious laughter against the window pane. I sit quietly as Mother Nature ridicules me in my solitude. In the grip of perceived independence, I've never felt so confined. He has gone now, and he will not return, like a kite torn from it's owner by an unexpected gail, reckless in it's pursuit of destiny.
It appropriate, the rain. It was raining that day too. The day I first saw him, tall, handsome and somehow looking at me. As he approached, I greeted him with a confused, "Hello." He held an umbrella and offered to share it with me. He didn't know me, didn't know where I was going. It was like he was placed there by something Divine, just for me. A bridge to what life should be, leading away from the monotony of my small circle of friends. He showed me so many places, and taught me so many things, and yet it always seemed to rain.
Then as he walk farther from me, a tug at my heart. Feeling as though it will pull straight through my sternum. The rain winds down as I stand at my window.
- Molly
Thank you, Molls, for your supreme entry! And a big hurrah for kicking off Literati Square with the word of your choice: "factitious".
