sjsprWriting

I know it is cliché to say he smiled with his eyes but he did smile with his eyes. Unfortunately the rest of him was saying what I so hopelessly dreaded. I don’t exactly recall what was going through my mind as he walked towards me, on that cloudy afternoon after school. I simply remember how I felt and how much I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to hear what I sensed he was coming to say, because I knew it wouldn’t be good. The day seemed to be perfectly aligned with my emotions. The way the clouds covered the sky seemed surreal and unknown, as if the sun didn’t want to face reality. I didn’t want to face it either, I couldn’t bear think it. I stared at the windows as they collected tiny drops from the sprinkling rain, turning to streaks of liquid as they raced each other to the base of the windows.