Storm
"How long will you avoid him?" Ray sat next to me on the bench, with his focus on the crystal stream.
The walk in the garden didn't help me as much as I thought it will. If anything, it only frustrated me more than anything else.
"Who?" I asked, pretending not to know who he was speaking about.
He's the reason I'm out here now, trying to cease my thoughts of him —a certain young prince with purple eyes. But so far, nothing has been working.
My mind still thinks solely of him, and I haven't been able to stop them from doing so.
"You clearly know." He took a pebble from the ground, and threw it into the river, causing rippling sensations in them.
"I don't." I stood from the bench, and peered up at the sky, trying not to think of him, but my mind kept on conjuring different images of the cute man.
"He's not bad." Ray sighed, "I was pissed with him the first day I met him, but not any more."