It’s raining. I can feel the droplets of water pelting my
back and soaking through the thin cotton of my dress - making it look as though
I've been standing in the rain for hours, though all I've really been doing is
walking through it. My chocolate hair hangs in tangles at my cheeks and past my
shoulders, absorbing the cheap mascara that runs from my eyes with every falling
rain drop. My eyelashes, which everyone has always said are impossibly long and
black, are sheltering my grey-blue eyes from the run off of water dripping down
my forehead. My sterling silver love heart earrings are delicately swinging
from my ear lobes, tickling the sides of my face.
About ten metres ahead, I can see
the ridiculously wide grin of my boyfriend, Mason, waiting for me out the front
of the movie rental place. As I peck him on the cheek in greeting I can smell
the intoxicating scent of fresh rain and wet hair. Instead of returning the
kiss on the cheek though, Mason pulls me against his chest; winding his arms
around my waist and making me feel small and protected.