prompt; water

fandom; fairy tail

word count; 100

Drip drip drop.

The rainwater ran in rivulets down the dark alleyway. Utterly inescapable, the misery and morose atmosphere that came with each drop of rain followed her everywhere.

Questionable glances shot over at her, at the absence of an umbrella despite the roaring storm. She was the rain itself; the water of depressing thoughts. Wherever she went, the saddening weather trailed after.

The water only intensified under her presence. She wanted to melt and drown within herself, being the very embodiment of water.

Drip drip drop.

She knew better than anyone else that the sunshine would never arrive, anyway.