Raindrops and Teardrops

Beep beep beep bee-

I turn my alarm clock off while still lying in bed, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. I took a deep breath.

“Today’s the day,” I thought to myself. My eyes land on the picture above my desk.

Drip drip drip,...

***

I stare at my face while brushing my teeth, taking note of how much darker my eyebags had become. After opening the water, I spit into the sink and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Setting my toothbrush down, I look one last time at that empty figure staring back at me and I turn the light off.

***

As soon as leave the front door I flip my hoodie up and keep my eyes down, while the rain continues to fall. Only a few minutes pass by until I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I keep walking.

“Damien?”

I keep walking.

“Come on mate, don’t be like that,... It’s been what? Two years now? You gotta get over it,”

I stop walking.

I feel my left hand twitching slightly as a cold wet drop of rain falls from the sky above.

“Say that again,” I order him.

Silence fills the gap between us.

“Bruvh, I was just saying-” He gets cut off as I grab his shirt and lift him slightly from the ground.

The rain begins to crash against the earth.

“Don’t you ever f*cking say that to me again,” I hiss, dropping him onto the wet sidewalk.

He doesn’t know. They don’t know. A voice in the back of my head tells me.
Then I keep walking…