(Warning: this will have depressing topics like cutting, bullies, abuse, and thoughts of suicide. Read with caution if you are easily triggered.)

There are many different types of people in the world and because of that we all treat situations differently, for instance when your sad some people want to feel happy again so they look for a silver lining while others sometimes like to feel the depression.

Why did I bring this up and explain it? To show why I was walking in the rain one late saturday afternoon with a umbrella in my hand and tears running down my face. My head hurt from all the yelling in my home and I just had to escape.

Each step I took splashed lightly and the gentle sounds of raindrops on my umbrella made me feel calm enough to sob like I needed to. My face was cold from the wind and my clothes were damp but I still kept moving.

That's all I wanted to do was just keep walking further away until
...I heard his voice. We hadn't talked in a while since my father told me I wasn't allowed to hang out with boys but he still came up to me with a smile.

"Hello (y/n). Are you okay? I-it might not be my place to ask cause we aren't really friends anymore but I can't just ignore you." He said softly and it made my heart feel warm. His name was Ryder James and I missed him so much....he had no idea what was going through my head though. Could I be honest?

I opened my mouth to answer but couldn't bring myself to actually say words. What would he do if I said everything out loud? We were only 14 anyway.

"(Y/n)....tell me. I get some really hateful things said about me online and every day I feel self-conscious about them. I get depressed and....I can't get out of it as fast as I would like." His voice put a weight on my shoulders and it made me snap.

I wrapped my arms around his thin waist the umbrella handle now squished between us to keep it up. "Ryder things haven't been good. My father he...he hit me for the first time a-and my mom did nothing about it. I'm scared to be in my own home and I feel like I should be hurting s-so-" I paused as I felt his arms around me and his head in the crook of my neck. His hair was soft against my cheek and it tickled a little.

"You've been hurting yourself... (y/n) I'm sorry I haven't been there." It felt like I could barely breath as he said that sentence. My heart was racing, beating hard against my chest and the realization hit me. I had a crush on him...that's why my father told him to go away...it doesn't make up for what he did though.

When Ryder pulled away I could see he wanted to cry too and I felt bad for making him feel that way. "I'm sorry I'm complaining... it's really not a huge deal." I tried to sound strong but it came out as a mere whisper.

Then I felt a cold gentle hand lift my chin and my face blushed a light pink as my eyes met his. I could feel panic building with in me but it was clouded with the almost excited feeling of getting a kiss.

I kept telling myself that's not what he was doing even as he inched closer to me, our faces almost touching as the rain picked up and started to make loud noises around us. We ignored it without a care though.

His lips touched mine and I closed my eyes as we kissed for just a second. I could have stayed that way forever, with me in his arms and soft pitter patter on the umbrella. It was like being in a musical where the ending was the most amazing part.

I gasped as I felt a hand in mine and he started leading me to the coffee shop in front of us. "We need to warm you up (y/n)." He told me and I felt happy that he wanted to take care of me so badly.

When we got in I took it upon myself to rest my head on his shoulder and he didn't nudge me of or even act like it was strange. He put a arm around me and I knew that this was my happy.

The end