In this world is there someone who truely understands me? All the time I've been searching to find this special someone but I didn't succeed. The missing part of my soul, where is it?

The rain silently pours down the window as I stand there. My hand caresses the cold glass, trying to give it the warmth I'm longing for. At this place, with all the people surrounding me I feel alone. They all seem so happy, talking and joking with each other while I stand in the farest corner, looking outside. Somehow time seemed to have slowed down for me as I watch the leaves of the nearby trees whirling through the wet air. When did I last feel happy on a fall day like this? It's too long ago as that I could remember. Such a day reminds me of a time I wish to forget but of which I cannot get rid of. It keeps hunting my dreams and life. My heart aches. Memories can be happy or full of pain, why did destiny chose the last possibility for me? My hand follows the way of a river of raindrops. It shimmers in the artificial light of this room, it seems nearly surreal. And disappears. My fingers lay on the windowsill in a nearly waiting manner while my mind is empty, only recognizing the sentimental world outside. Radiating warmth suddenly appears beside me, a hand laying itself on mine. It's a contrast as between day and night, him being so warm while I'm as cold as the rain. Yet, the touch is comforting, something I'm longing for with every fibre of my being. Even if he doesn't look at me the knowledge of him by my side is enough. His voice speaks up ever so tenderly, asking me to join the others and discuss the upcoming school event. I can only nod in response and he leads me back to my place, his hand never leaving mine until the moment the others noticed. And despite my light smile, I feel empty and cold again.

Life is giving you challenges you cannot seem to win. I wanted to run away, to find a place to hide but I couldn't. Facing my nightmares and fears, did it really make me stronger?

As I leave the building the rain is still pouring down in neverending lines. The grey sky tells me that it won't stop anytime soon, the coldness will remain. Anyone around me starts heading home, alone or within a group, and soon the yard is filled with the colorful view of umbrellas. I remain at my spot, leaning against a pillar and hanging after my thoughts. The memory had come back, taking over my entire being . Will it ever stop? My soul has been tortured enough throughout all the years. Noticing I'm alone I decide to go. Cold rain pours down on me, without an umbrella I cannot give myself shelter in any way. And within a short time my body feels like pure ice. How many times have I wished that not only my body but also my heart was made of that crystal material, keeping it from being hurt yet again. Since that time I would give the world for not being hurt again. But I still couldn't forget it. Tears flow down my cheeks, mixing themselves with the heavy rain. On the middle of the empty street I stop in my tracks. The bag falls onto the ground, my head lifts up to the sky. Eyes closed I let the sadness take over control and cry silently. Raindrops keep falling down, soaking my entire clothing. But I don't care. The coldness has already filled my veins, the rain doesn't cause any effect on me now.

Losing someone is the greatest fear since my childhood. When I lost this special person I felt as if I had been betrayed by life. Since then the rain reminds me of this fateful day full of pain.

On this empty street you find me. Your steps sound clearly on the wet ground but I don't turn around. It wouldn't change the situation anyways. The raindrops stop falling down and when I open my eyes I see the umbrella, protecting me from further coldness. With a voice full of concern you ask me of what I'm doing here. Standing in the rain, completely soaked, looking all empty and alone. I look down on the ground avoiding the answer. You know it pretty well, you always did. And you're the only one I ever opened my tortured soul to. Your hand touches my shoulder, forcing me to turn around. I lift my heat to meet your eyes full of worry and I regret. If it's only me to feel this way I don't mind but I don't want to see anyone else experiencing such feelings. My cold hand reaches up to touch your warm face while my small voice is telling you not to worry. I'll be fine as long as you're here. I need your warmth to be comforted and forget these painful memories. Out of impulse I step forward and embrace you tightly. The radiating heat of yours streams through my body and for once fire seems to have beaten ice. I burry my head into your chest, never wanting to let go. In response your arms pull me even closer, resting your head on mine. The umbrella lays on the ground, raindrops are falling down on us just as heavily as moments ago. But their coldness no longer reaches me. Not as long as I can stay here with you.