The streets were slick from the softly falling rain. The rainy season, when she could walk the dark, rain soaked streets, hiding her tears with the raindrops from the darkly clouded sky. It was the rain that made Seattle the city to always hold her heart. The city that cradled her melancholy.
Y did you say that?
I’m failing here, really bad
What’s wrong M?
The same thing as always. Y did you say that? What am I supposed to do now?
M, you aren’t making sense. I’m worried. R u drinking?
Walking in the rain
Y are you walking in the rain
Because I can’t escape. There is no where for me to run anymore
How much have you had to drink?
M, please, u r killing me
Lol, no I’m not. U don’t care, not really, we r just friends
What the hell does that mean? I care about u, I think about u all the time
M, what’s going on
Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother u. That’s what I mean by I’m failing. I’ve become the manipulative abuser and I hate it
You aren’t an abuser. Talk to me
It’s just the rain and alcohol. I’m fine. Ttyt
M, please, don’t do that
M? Talk to me
M, please, answer me