Rainy days

"Summer, I hope you really know that you are asking for the impossible," Yvette replied, with a stern voice. Her look immediately changed into a serious one, while her voice lost all the forlorn he was feeling just until now. "I am not ready at all to have someone else in my life. Just because Glen could, doesn't mean I can. I am not meeting anyone."

"But, Yve! How will you figure out this, if you don't meet new people? You need to know more people in order to let yourself move on from that stinky rotten potato sack!" Summer naggingly complained. "C'mon, give yourself a chance. You spend your entire life looking only at that guy. Now is your chance to get what you want, and what you deserve."

"Yeah yeah… sure…" Yvette replied absentmindedly, just to please her dear friend for now. She very well knew that if she protested too much right now, Summer might go on for the entire night, about how she should be moving on and find a date for herself.

"I get it, fine! You won't be listening to me anyway. So at least save me, okay? Get there by dinner, and tell that guy I am sorry," with that saying, she ended the call, without even giving Yvette another chance to refute.

"Gosh this girl, always be messing things up. She could clearly say that to uncle. I don't think he would still be so restrictive towards a daughter who he is planning to marry off," Yvette let out a sigh, putting her cellphone inside her handbag. But she realizes, that her only friend apart from Glen is someone with big optimism. She always hopes for the best, and thrives hard for it. Maybe those traits in her give her so much confidence to achieve something so hard yet so glistening. Yvette can really see Summer being one of the top models from Westford in a few years. So of course, every single opportunity right now is really precious for her. Summer's path to choosing modeling as a future career wasn't really easy. They all belonged to a small countryside area, far away from the main city Westford, and all arrived in the city for their high school. Since then, she had been showing a keen interest in this, and thus, trying her best to achieve everything for it. Be it persuading her parents, which was the hardest part of all, or be it achieving the figure and qualities every model should have as a starter. But the strongest trait she had in her would be self-confidence, indeed. Yvette had never seen her getting discouraged or held back for anything.

And here Yvette was, invested in her every life plan surrounding Glen so much that now he is gone, she has no idea what she would ever do. She was too shocked to process whatever happened between them in a couple of months, and too overwhelmed to blame him or ask for any explanation. Before she could process the fact, she found herself standing in front of the church, on the wedding day of Glen with the most beautiful and most influential girl in their university, Emily. Maybe that was the day when Yvette cried for the first time, looking at those hands of Glen resting on someone else's hands, which were not hers. Maybe that day, she broke apart without any clue to the next, seeing Glen's lips sealing another lip which wasn't hers.

She thought maybe optimism doesn't work the same way for everyone. Was Yvette any less optimistic? No. She came to the city with a plan, with a hope, with dreams full of success, comfortable life, holding the hands of the man she loved, the hand she held when she came here all the way from her hometown.

"Guess things don't work the same way for everyone," Yvette let out a sigh, looking back again towards the road. The bus had taken a pause at a bus stop, letting most of the passengers get off. And she kept gazing at those people, a few standing there, looking helplessly at the rain. Some had umbrellas, and some thought it would be too late when the rain stops, so they ran through it.

Rainy days are confusing, she thought. She used to love rain so much before, playing in the rain was something she liked the best. No matter how old she grew, she never missed out on any single rainy day. But rainy days like this always made her remember so many memories, good or bad ones, always. She slowly closed her eyes, as the cold wind flowed in the bus through the window, touching her face was soothing enough to wash off all the weariness she was having thanks to a day full of work. And as she did so, a memory she really preserved in her heart for a really long time came as normally as a tired sigh escaping from her lips.

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"Glen! Look at this. It's raining!" 18-year-old young Yvette shouted out loud, seeing the pitter patters of rain, which was rapidly picking up its pace. "Let's go out and have fun."

"Nah, not gonna," hands on the gaming console, Glen was so engrossed in playing the game that he didn't even spare a second to look at outside, or even at the girl. His blonde hair was falling over, blocking his vision. But it didn't look like he cared any of it at all.

"No way! Let's go together, no? It would be so romantic!" Yvette walked up to her boyfriend, and started pulling the sleeves of his gym clothes. "Let's go and dance in the rain, it would be fun."

"Ugh, fvcking leave me alone, Yve!" he snapped out, brushing away his arm harshly, which made Yvette trip on her leg and hit against one of the desks in the classroom. "Can't you see I am busy? And what's with this stupid rain, anyway? You gonna catch a cold, don't go out and study or whatever."

Glen let out a grumpy noise before focusing again on his game. At some point, he let out some curses, directed toward who knows whom. Maybe he had lost the game at that moment. But little did he, or anyone else from the school, notice how a young heart lost its cheerfulness in seconds. The classes were already finished for the day, so no one was left inside the school, to see how she was stunned at the reaction of his precious boyfriend, or how she had easily got a deep cut on her elbow, after getting hit by the wooden desk.

Since then, she had never enjoyed the rain, ever.