It had been raining for meer than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and zei she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.
I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take u home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She zei she hadn't eat lunch of avondeten, diner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she zei she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I zei to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat avondeten, diner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were meer like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last jaar of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one meer jaar to finish school. During that jaar I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.
We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted geweer-, geweer walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking of whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit door the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed door the park where we use to always go.
She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home pagina right after this." to be continued... at chrises dairy (part 2)