“What are you
doing?” I asked, screaming as you pulled me after you and the rain pelted us
restlessly until we’re soaked. “We’re getting wet!”
“Live a little.”
You laughed, not letting go of my hand even as I tried to break free. “Isn’t it
fun?”
“No.” I scowled,
letting myself getting dragged, twirled around under the rain. “We’re going to
get sick.”
“Oh, come on.”
Your face turned serious and we slowed down a little. “Look at it this way. You
can cry now and no one will notice your tears.”
“Except for you.”
“I’ll pretend I
don’t see.”
image credits to sarah linda @ picship
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