Alone.

I'm standing on the pavement, outside my house, with no idea when or how I got there. The rain is pounding down all around me, making me feel clean and fresh, but making me look

cold and unwanted. I'm soaked to the skin but I don't care .Only at the age of fourteen, I stand there shivering. I don't dare move as I'm afraid that I will collapse to the floor and cry.

As I think, I remember what he said to me the day before he moved. He said 'I may not see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you my arms but deep in my heart I truly know,

you're the one I love, and can never let go of'. He broke his promise to me by moving, my fourteen year old boyfriend, my lover, my soul mate. He left me to follow his family to Australia.

And now, with no family, I stand here, waiting for him to come back. When I already know that he, my Leo, is never coming back to me. It is evening but I don't know the time, like that

matters. Nothing matters now except Leo, and even if he is on the other side of the world. My mother and father died in a fire with my little sister Emily, she was only six. They mattered

dearly to me, but they've gone, and I have to live by myself in an old memory soaked house that has been refurbished. I move for the first time in hours to look at its threshold, but it

doesn't make me feel safe, it makes me feel scared. I look down to the grey garden. The colour seems to have been drained out of it by the rain. In the corner is an old swing set that

Leo made for Emily. He and I were twelve when we were building it.

I sat on the steps facing towards the house, staring at it, wondering when it was built. It is an old house, you can tell by the way the brick are smothered in moss, and by the beech

tree crawling up the wall, trying to edge its way up to the sun. Leo had come round earlier and started work on the swing set, in his white vest top and black shorts. As he worked I

turned around to see his ash blonde hair glistening in the sunshine. He is beautiful, gleaming to be precise.

"Leo. Are you sure you don't want any help?"

"Clio. I'm fine."

Sweat was dripping from his brow into his eyes. It was easy to see he was exhausted.

"Leo. Just take a break. Please? For me?"

He sighed

"Fine, but only for you. I'm not actually tired"

I laughed. He was always a rubbish liar. He was walking towards me when Emily came charging out of a bush dressed in a Red Indian costume, carrying a plastic bow and arrow. She

started shooting toy arrows us which was a normal fungame for her to play. She was four at this time but could sling an arrow at me with brute force.

"Take cover!"

Leo yelled in a playful manner and grabbed a huge water pistol and started spaying water at us. I thought that I better arm myself, so I grabbed another water pistol and joined in

with the battle.

Now, two years later, with my little sister dead, and Leo in Australia, I decide to lie down in the pouring rain, on the pavement with no cars to be seen, and cry. My life will never be the

same again. But I know, that I would rather be dead right now. ThenI would be with my family, instead of being, alone.