stories of emotion

Rain (sad)

Drop

Drop

Drop

I could no longer see if the drops falling on the paverment was my tears or the rain slowly beginning to grow stronger along with the now freezing wind

I didn't mind it anymore

I stood my ground not being bothered by my now soaked sweater.

The jeans that had been warm and comfortable a minute ago, where now cold and had latched onto my skin.

My vision was blurry from tears and it was hard to think.

My thoughts kept coming back to my mother's words and how they laced with venom when she yelled.

I've been running for too long I couldn't take it anymore.

I was a mess

Of tears

Of sorrow

Of regret

I fell limp onto the cold surface while the wind still seemed to like my hurt.

I placed my hands on my head and buried my fingers in soft, messy brown hair.

Soon I heard a bloodcurling scream.

I waited for a moment until i realized.

I was the one who had screamed.

AN: sorry this one was a bit short I hope I get more inspiration in the future feel free to give any tips in the comments!