I woke up groaning, I had cried myself to sleep last night and my eyes ached.

So I quickly got up, drank water then grabbed my antidepressants.

I did this way too often, it was really sad to be honest.

I decided that maybe a walk would be good right now, it might clear my mind and make it that I couldn't do anything bad to myself.

I had looked in a mirror trying to make myself look less like I just woke up after crying myself to sleep and more like I was suitable to walk outside.

I succeeded slightly and looked outside, it was raining.

Whatever, I could walk in some rain, it wasn't terrible. Besides, I like the rain.

I may or may not have been outside long enough for the rain to pick up, and my hair may or may not have curled from the rain.

Until the rain wasn't hitting me.

I looked up to see a familiar face, "Phil?"

"Hi, Dan." Phil spoke softly, "what are you doing in the rain?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I told him.

At that point I had realized that he was holding an umbrella. "Do you want to come to my house for a bit, you know just to dry off and all that." He asked, looking hopeful.

"Sure." I agreed.

So we walked together talking a bit along the way.

I followed slower than Phil just to look around a bit more. So Phil grabbed my hand and led me to his home.