When It's Raining [COMPLETED]
I keep hoping it will rain.
To wash away the smoky grey background of the city, leaving nothing but a lifeless and sterile white canvas behind.
Leaving nothing of me behind.
Cat's never had it easy, not once. She's gone through pretty much everything; her childhood was filled with poverty and abuse, arguments and shame, death and sacrifice.
And now she's here, waiting, for it to rain.
Everything can seem so distant when you're dangling your legs off of a rooftop, thinking the thoughts you know will be your last.
How could she possibly know what to do?
But the bigger question is...how long can she bear to wait?
Especially when a stranger sits beside her, dangling his legs over the same edge of the same roof in the same city.
Two broken souls living in a city that never seems to rain.
So, what happens when it's raining?
#770 in General Fiction
Note - to be taken down late July for editing.