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Note: This story if based off of personal experience
Whether you believe it or not, It's still based off of my experiences in some ways.
Treat this as fiction or not, it's still a story nonetheless.
The Rain People
Ryan: Beloved
'It's been nearly 3 months since she died...' He thought to himself. Ryan stared out the watery window trying to draw up inspiration for his next article. He flipped open a somewhat tattered ring box. A beautiful ring gleamed in it's home. 'What a beautiful wife she'd had been...' he continued mumbling on, pictures of his beloved being smeared on pavement flashing in his mind. He tried to shake it out of his head for fear of bringing back too many memories. The 27 yearold journalist looked at the clock and made a decision. He grabbed a rain coat and an umbrella and fled the small apartment. His sandy blonde hair hidden in his raincoat, he walked briskly to and empty park. He sat on one side of a bench, not far from a post office. The scent of death hung in his lungs as it had the day that plagues his memories every night. Remembering that night he hung his head in sorrow, recalling the screams and bloodshed. Then, in the empty park, Someone tapped his shoulder.He looked around, but saw no one. He was tapped on the shoulder again. When he turned to face the other side of the bench, he saw what appeared to be a person, materialized in water droplets. It appeared to be a girl, and reflected in the water droplets was a face that gave him feelings of love and of great dis belief. The face of his dead beloved, obviously happy to see him.
"I've missed you, Ryan" She said with a smile
Whether you believe it or not, It's still based off of my experiences in some ways.
Treat this as fiction or not, it's still a story nonetheless.
The Rain People
Ryan: Beloved
'It's been nearly 3 months since she died...' He thought to himself. Ryan stared out the watery window trying to draw up inspiration for his next article. He flipped open a somewhat tattered ring box. A beautiful ring gleamed in it's home. 'What a beautiful wife she'd had been...' he continued mumbling on, pictures of his beloved being smeared on pavement flashing in his mind. He tried to shake it out of his head for fear of bringing back too many memories. The 27 yearold journalist looked at the clock and made a decision. He grabbed a rain coat and an umbrella and fled the small apartment. His sandy blonde hair hidden in his raincoat, he walked briskly to and empty park. He sat on one side of a bench, not far from a post office. The scent of death hung in his lungs as it had the day that plagues his memories every night. Remembering that night he hung his head in sorrow, recalling the screams and bloodshed. Then, in the empty park, Someone tapped his shoulder.He looked around, but saw no one. He was tapped on the shoulder again. When he turned to face the other side of the bench, he saw what appeared to be a person, materialized in water droplets. It appeared to be a girl, and reflected in the water droplets was a face that gave him feelings of love and of great dis belief. The face of his dead beloved, obviously happy to see him.
"I've missed you, Ryan" She said with a smile