Your name is beautiful. Like the person. Beautiful. Charming beauty. You are my schoolgirl. And, I immediately fell in love with you. Maybe people think this is monkey love, but this is not. If it's a Chinese monkey, I've experienced it. Back then, and I didn't want to feel that anymore. My monkey love hurts. No, this is more serious than that. I feel the same way, only deeper.
The longer we get closer. Going home together, even taking a break to the cafeteria together. Now is a precious time for me, an ordinary, unattractive, geeky boy. The more I know you, the more I admire you. Every time you come home from school, you will give your remaining allowance to a beggar near your complex. Not only that, even every birthday you never make a party. You prefer social service. "More useful." you said. Yes, you are according to your name. Beautiful Angelia.
After school. Rain. I saw you standing in the school hallway. Seeing the rain while smiling. "How come you see the rain while smiling like that?" I asked. "I like rain. If there is rain, surely after that rainbow. God seems to want to show, there is happiness after the problem. There is a smile after crying. " your answer. And you close your eyes, bringing this moment of rain into memory, then into your heart. And without realizing it, you run, rain in the middle of the field. "Hey, what are you doing? Come here quickly! You could be sick later!" I shouted. "Try to come here! This is great! " he said while pulling my hand. I'm cold, but he's right, this is cool. And so we were raining that day, watched by many people.
And the next day, we are both sick. Ha ha ha. But never mind. When it rains, it becomes an unforgettable time. Even though it's cold, it's fun. And I feel calm. As if the water carried away the emotions in the heart. Moreover, it rained with angels. Ha ha ha.
From then on, if it rains when we get home from school, we always rain. People might find us strange, childish. Who cares! What is important, we are both happy, even though both our mothers were angry each time after school.
That day, in a park. I, who was walking casually, found you sitting under a tree. You like drawing something. "Hi, what are you doing?" I asked. "Ah, I'm drawing. I haven't drawn for a long time. " your answer. "Look at that." and apparently you are drawing rain. So addicted you and rain. Ha ha ha.
A few moments later, cloudy clouds gathered. "It's going to rain." I said. You pay attention to the clouds up there. Pay attention, long time ago. And, the rain fell. At that time, you close your eyes and smile. Yes, I know you like rain. And the next minute, me and you are chasing. Like a child, people say. It's okay. What's important is that you and I are happy. Ha ha ha
Rain is still spatter. We rest under a tree. We are both cold. Naturally, because of the heavy rain. "Beautiful ..." "Yes?" "Can I say something?" you're curious about what I just said. "Can. What do you want to say? " And, the words I had practiced all night, suddenly jammed. Really, it's not easy to say. You keep waiting, watching me curiously. Bismillah ... And the sentence finally said. Disguised by the roar of rain. Only I, you, this tree, and God hear. You are surprised, it seems you did not expect that sentence will come out, addressed to you. And, you nod. A nod that gives a new color to my life, your life, and adds a love story on this earth.
But that day, that hour, that minute, that second, stopped the excitement. This incident, exactly 2 months after the incident in the park. We ran to the house, while it was raining of course. I ran behind exhausted. He looked back while saying "Come on! Really? Ah you suck hahaha. " he shouted with a laugh. Laugh for the last time. A few minutes later, your body is lying. Rain water is wiping your blood, flowing the blood somewhere. Meanwhile, the car that hit you ran away. Rich but coward driver.
Why? Why so fast? I ran to you. Hug your body covered in blood. My tears were erased by rain water. I shouted closed by the sound of thunder. The rain is getting heavier. As if he was sorry he had come down, as if he was sorry. As if he didn't come down, this would not have happened.
The rain is over. I'm still there, hugging him. People began to surround us. The rain is over, but there is no rainbow. There is no happiness after the problem, no smile after crying. Maybe, the rainbow is gone. Or, the rainbow is crying. Crying for the departure of a human being on earth
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