Cold Rain

The rain dripped off the fabric of my hood and onto the ground.

The walk had no purpose, no ultimate destination, it was only meant to entertain, to allow me to be with her.

Abigail walked with her back bent into the usual slouch, which made her even shorter than her actual five feet two inches. The rest of her body was small as well, almost delicate. Tiny waist, subtle bust, and wide hips, as if she were in a corset. When she walked, you couldn't hear her footsteps, and she had taken to sneaking up behind me and hugging me while I wasn't looking.

Next to Abigail, I felt clumsy, fat, and loud, but she only saw the best in me, no matter how much I hated my body and myself. Then again, she found herself to be ugly, stupid, and worthless, even though I always told her she was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.

I guess we both had issues, maybe that's why we were best friends.

But walking together in the ice cold rain made us forget our worries, our troubles, and only allowed us to focus on one thing:


All around us the world was filled with a diffused light. The road we walked was surrounded by trees, and the rain that dripped off the leaves made pattering noises on the damp ground below. It was early spring, so the air was still cold, but fresh leaves had already begun to grow on the barren trees.

We had been out in the rain an hour, and we were both soaked. Little beads of water collected on the brim of Abigail's cap and dripped off in quick succession. Some fell onto her eyelashes, where they clung like fresh tears.

"Thanks for coming to the show. I thought you wouldn't be able to come."

Abigail looked at me in amusement, a sure sign that she disagreed with something I had said.

"You know I wouldn't miss that. God, you make me sound like a horrible person."

I knew she was trying to lighten the mood, but I was determined to stay on track.

"I know how your parents can be. Sometimes I'm afraid they won't let me see you again."

A shadow fell across Abigail's face. She no longer seemed to be enjoying the weather; it appeared as if she were drowning in it. 

"I-I don't really want to talk about that right now."

"I can't let them do that to you anymore. I'm your friend. They're hurting you."

Abigail drew away from me so that we were no longer walking next to each other. She turned around to face me, standing her ground so I had no choice but to stop walking. 

"Look me in the eye and say that."

I couldn't meet her gaze, I was too ashamed about confronting her. The abuse was too much, even for me. 

When Abigail saw that I could only stare at my feet, she looked me up and down, apparently satisfied, like some parent that has successfully punished a naughty child.

"The shame you feel now is the same shame I feel every time you bring this up. When you can look me in the eyes and tell me about my parents, then I'll be ready to listen."

Without another word she turned and continued walking. 

It was then I realized that I loved her.


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