You know I used to love rain.
The soft kisses it laid against my skin - so tender and cold, yet they left a warm feeling inside of me - I loved it. It somehow reminded me of you.
I wonder why. How would I ever know how your kisses felt? I never had the courage to even talk to you after all.
My friends said you had a very girly voice. That you never looked someone in the eye.
They said you were weird.
I thought you were just afraid.
YOU ARE READING
Harmless ☑
Short StoryIn which a girl who was always a bystander realizes the consequences of a few harmless jokes uttered by her peers. *** "Faggot." "Girly." "Gay." You didn't say anything. You never did. You didn't even meet anyone's eyes. But your bony fingers were...
