Each raindrop against my flushed face pushed my feet to move a bit faster- just a bit. The sky was steadily darkening and with no sun to keep it bright for just a little bit longer, the world was plunged into an eerie darkness. The pattern of each footfall became a sweet rhythm of heartbeats and bare feet against pavement, water drops splashing up ankles and hair twirling behind like a banner, defying gravity and the pounding drops. There was too much time to think and thoughts wander so quickly, there was no stopping where they went next, to the time when the rain clouds had not come yet and the sun was still high in the sky. He had been there too, a short blonde and a tall ginger sitting side by side in simple harmony. It was funny at the time, wasn't it, the way the world passed by as we sat. Butterflies in beautiful blues, shades of dark green in the wind strewn grass. The world moved and we stayed, hand in hand. The world moved and you moved, hand slipping from mine. I couldn't reach it in time- why hadn't I reached out? I hadn't though, I hadn't reached you or your hand you had moved like the world. I will move faster now to make up for it. Each ragged breath was an agreement, an I will, I will, I will.. Starting towards you I saw her before you did but wasn't quick enough to warn about the other girl in the world that was moving against us like the tide sometimes tries to do to the sand, picking it up in a swirling painful tide. Your hand had already slipped from mine, your ankle had already came in contact with hers, staying conveniently into the space you wished to go... The streetlights made orbs of light reflect on the dark pavement, and shone off of things like a bronze coating, making the world after dark a touch more magical, and a little less scary. That's why maybe being afraid of the dark was just as silly of a thing as everyone considered it, dispite our own looming trepidation- seeing things from a new point of view was all that happened when the stars came out. Seeing things as more shadows and less light was sometimes easier because once the light is taken away all that remains is the less blinding and dazzling. Strip the light and you get something better. She had hurt him. Short and bitter as the statement was it was so much easier to digest and rooted with it anger, red and hot. My feet moved a little faster with each raindrop that hit my flushed face, steadily going nowhere.

A/N
This is for IamnotintheER with an amazing set of writing contests coming out!! I was so excited to start this but quickly stopped in my tracks because I didn't know where to even organize my ideas. The prompt (btw) was to write based off of a song. Originally I wanted to do an execution scene which may or may not be on my to-write-later list. Hehehe... I told myself inspiration would come and sure enough it did when I heard a maroon 5 song on the radio and decided I had to do the song maps. Then I had this genius idea that to make it harder on myself I wanted to describe an everyday thing with as much added drama as I could. Wow how creative lol. Hope you enjoyed though~~