classicrocklove
"Which one would you like, love?" my father asked me, squeezing my hand as we looked over the counter. Though he couldn't afford to buy me sweets or candies, he did give me delicious soups to eat. It was all we could afford, really, but his smile made it even better.
For most people, rainy days are sad.
But not for me.
It's probably the only time I have to myself, the only time I can think clearly and openly... I don't have to put on my every-day act to please people. The rain brings out the true person inside of me.
The only light ahead of me, that horrible flaming torch.
It was my only light down here, wherever 'here' was. I've been here for God knows how long, with nothing but that torch. Now I don't know if it mocks me or comforts me. It's my only light, but it constantly taunts me of the world I used to know, and might never see again.
"Dismissed," she muttered, waving her hand to shoo us away. I looked at my best friend, and he looked right back at me, that hidden gleam in both of our eyes. We were getting off easy again. Just one little sad look and sobstory, and they were putty in our hands. We stood up, thanking her before running off.