Ember was sitting underneath an arch, protected from the rain that was falling down hard that day. Occasionally she'd stick her hand out, just to feel the cold wet drops touch her hand before they'd sizzle on her skin.
Like always, tehre was apart of her that just wanted to run out and dance in the rain, something she'd been longing to do, but never could. She still couldn't; unless she wanted to die, which she didn't.
So there she was, sitting there, hugging her knees and staring out into the rain, listening to each drop of water. Her grandfather would say that if you listen closely, you'd be able to hear a story being told by the rain itself, but Ember could never actually hear the story, and her grandfather never told her what the story they told was. Ember could feels tears swell up, but she pushed them back, burying her head in her arms.
Like always, tehre was apart of her that just wanted to run out and dance in the rain, something she'd been longing to do, but never could. She still couldn't; unless she wanted to die, which she didn't.
So there she was, sitting there, hugging her knees and staring out into the rain, listening to each drop of water. Her grandfather would say that if you listen closely, you'd be able to hear a story being told by the rain itself, but Ember could never actually hear the story, and her grandfather never told her what the story they told was. Ember could feels tears swell up, but she pushed them back, burying her head in her arms.