*Patter*
*Patter*
*Patter*
Rain, rain loves to set the mood for parts in movies or shows that something will turn the smile into a frown. As the rain falls down around I wonder where did it all start to go wrong.
"Damn, it's raining kinda hard right now," I said to no one sitting in an empty bus stop. I feel the tears build up in my eyes as my vision starts to blur, crying would feel so good right now but I couldn't allow that to happen because that wouldn't be manly at all.
I sat there struggling with my tears staring up at the roof of the bus stop. I kept looking up at the roof for a long time, so long that I reacted poorly when I heard a feminine voice to my right.
"Hello," the woman said while having a light smile upon her lips.
I jerked my body to the left as my head snapped to my right while following my bodies sudden movement. She didn't expect that reaction as she flinched away as well.
It took me a second to realise I wasn't lone since I was just out of it not to long ago. As I started to regain my vision and everything around me came back into focus, I saw her.
She was beautiful, like an angel but with a body so sinful that would make even a succubus jealous. Her much larger than need jacket they tried to cover up her impressive breasts almost succeeded if not for their fullness and perkiness.
Even with such a beautiful women infront of me I became detached again staring blankly around having lost that little sparkle of life in my eyes.
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I watched this man become detached all of a sudden, like something was wrong with him or he was broken and that something must have been bad. I sat there deciding I wasn't going to leave this man alone, I knew this might get me hurt or worse but I would want the same done for me, someone to make sure I was looked after, made safe, and comforted.
"Hello," I waved my hands infront of the mans face to see if I could get a reaction from him but still no reaction. I just scrutinized every inch of his person, his brown hair full and lushious is neatly in a comb over style, his Hazel green eyes seemed dull, numb to feelings and sensations long lost to time and pain. his nose proportioned perfectly with his strong jawline, he seemed tall even though I don't care about height. His body seemed lean and mean but there was something more to its language, just like his eyes it seemed pained from small rapid short breaths or unnaturally long and calm breaths, this mans pain must be deep, maybe deeper than his soul goes. I know I do not know him but I think he deserves a friend or whatever who won't hurt him no matter what it takes.
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We sat there for a very long time in silence, I was getting worried for him so I looked over to him and saw something so small that I thought it might have been a droplet from the rain. I saw a tiny tear running down his cheek, it seemed to have fought its way up and out to express his sadness that was as vast as the ocean was big.
Seeing the struggle to not show emotion ignited something in me and I scooted closer to him and wiped away his visable sadness and brought his head to lay on my bosom, and as I did that I heard soft sobbing and felt my bosom getting wet but I didn't care.
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I came out of my stupor softly sobbing on something soft. I did not know what I was crying into but I felt soft, warm hands wrapped aroung my head adding to a feeling I thought I had lost long ago. I slowly lifted my head upwards only to be met with the most beutiful pair of dark brown eyes, every little thing I did was seen by them, like those eyes were specifically made to only see me.
I continued to look into those eyes, those eyes of hers seemed to hypnotise me for a few seconds longer since I awoke out of my day dream by a light chuckle and the bounce of her breasts caused by the chuckle.
"I see you are awake now," she said, her voice like the ringing of wind chimes on a day with a soft breeze. Her lips curled and formed the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life, but as I saw that smile I remembered the past and every time I was happy the same type of thing happened again and again without fail.
Not wanting to see this angel be killed I decided to seperate from her, I even noticed as I completely removed myself that warmth left aswell making me feel empty once again.
"I'm sorry," I said my voice back to being monotone and devoid of emotion. "I don't want anything to happen to you are anyone so I will take my leave," I flashed her a smile full of pain and sorrow. I turned around to leave and I did manage to make it a few steps before I felt the sleeve of my jacket being grabbed and held onto.
"Hold on a second why are you leaving so soon?" She asked, but I had no answer for her.
"I just feel like it is time for me to go since I have been here for a long time," for some odd reason I found it harder than ever to leave a persons presence.
"I can tell you are hurting, and that hurt has festerd for so long while being opened over and over again that the pain has numbed you. Please, just sit back down and talk to me."
Upon hearing those words, from a stranger, nontheless, my legs started to shake and then a couple of seconds later I collapsed onto the floor in a puddle.
With no time wasted she rushed to my side to comfort me, something that hasn't been done since my late mother. She had accompanied me on the dryer side of the floor. She unknowningly had reached out for my hand to offer support and warmth through any means possible, but we were in a completely.... Depressed room, I guess that is the best way to put it.