By the time you read this, I might be dead.
It rained this morning. Everyone was leaving, and for reasons I myself am not sure of, I started crying. Through the rain and the sound of a piano playing the saddest music I’d ever heard, she screamed at me with anger in her voice and tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong with you”, she kept screaming.
I tried to hide my face, but then sunshine ruined everything.