#2

This one will probably not make much sense, and it'll also probably sound sort of emo or whatever. Haha, sorry about that! This isn't/wasn't a reflection of my actual emotions.

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The splatter of rain dulls the sky and the trees in the distance like a gray fog settling in between rolling hills in the pale light of morning. The rain streaks the window like funhouse mirrors to the world, and the room is silent, except for the muted taps of raindrops, counting out the beats, the seconds we have left here. In my hand, a smooth porcelain teacup, glossy and perfect, with the steam clouding the rainy window and the calming scent of Earl Grey sedating me into a state of ambivalence. It is the only warmth, the only comfort I feel when I look at you from across the room. Past the steam rising from my cup, past the condensation on the window, past the misty trees, past the pelting rain and the swirling clouds and the time that had passed since I saw you last.

And finally, the sun blinds me momentarily in the clear cerulean sky. Before I see you standing next to me. And we laugh and share secrets under the bright and warming midday sun, knowing we would do the same the next day. As we walk back into the school and separate and head towards our respective rooms, I am pulled back through the clouds, the rain, the hilly trees, the disfigured mirror window, the cup of steam, back to my sanctuary, the peace in my chair. I close my eyes and relax again into the chaos that storms my mind.