-- Warning its hella sh1t --
Why you shouldn't read this story/novel;
A lot of visual imagery, especially about the surrounding nature but the story itself is bogged as a result of so many descriptive elements.
The story is not in balance, focusing...
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[Y/N] Was set out into the chilly air, she shivered and hugged her self tightly wearing a hoodie, and jeans. Once she was certain, [Y/N] locked the door, putting the rusty key under the mossy pot. Then set off ahead, following the narrow path ahead of her. [Y/N] slid her jet black hoodie on walking by the oddly quiet street, she couldn't help but notice that her quiet neighborhood was isolated...
[Y/N] walked past a dark alleyway, and slowed down giving a side-eye. Her gleaming, [E/C] eyes locked with a fresh cigarette crumbled, on the damp concrete floor, in the middle of the alleyway. The cigarette let out its final smoke as it swirled in the chilly air, disappearing.
She watched the light, rain bounce off the floor as she continued to walk through the isolated area. Every drop of rain covered her sight, from seeing ahead. [Y/N] stopped, then tilted her head up, facing the gloomy sky. As she unwrapped her hands and slid her hoodie off, a gust of cold wind flew through her soft [H/C] hair. The strong gust of wind took her hoodie off halfway, she then let the gentle rain, fall onto her glowing skin. her face was soon wet, by each drop that fell from the heavens.
Slowly closing her eyes and she put her hands beside her, It was like a certain of beat down from the heavens. [Y/N] stood there, when she felt a few more small raindrops slid down her face, as well as her [H/C] hair started to become wet. At the end of the tips, tinier drops fell into a pond of clear water. She let her eyes open seeing the dewdrops falling from the gloomy sky.
[Y/N] clothes were soaked, and she didn't worry about that, as she let her hand raise towards the sky as her over-sized jumper's, sleeve slowly slipped down towards her wrist. Her index finger was reaching out to the raindrops as one glided down, to the tip of her nail then tricking down her palm moving down her arm as she watched the remnants of the drops run downwards like tiny rivers. [Y/N] faced down -losing her arms- as a few of the drops fell off the tips of her hair.
The sound of the rain was claiming to her, she took down her hands putting her dripping hoodie back on as she continued to walk on ahead. She wasn't that far from home, but she didn't want to go back...it wasn't like she had anything else to do. Her head was mostly tiled towards the ground. She resumed and wandered onward.
[Y/N]'s whole town was dull, re-rapping her arms around herself. She shivered letting out a warm breath which then wisped into the cold air, disappearing. Trying to snuggle her chin in her black hoodie. [Y/N] watched -once more- the water droplets fall like they simply cannot think of anything better to do. There is a laziness about them as if they can barely be bothered to conform to the will of gravity.
[Y/N] loved rain ever since she was a kid, her mother would play rain sounds to lull her to sleep. [Y/N] grinned to her self. Wondering as she walked, how it would be to stop time, to suspend this watery gift and peek through each one. Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those raindrops and take that gravity propelled ride to the earth, as she imagined it she would feel her inner self laughing - a little at the crazy daydream and a little at her own silliness.
