She's anxious and she makes herself sick. There's a boy with dark hair that she sees every school day after her fourth period and she makes herself sick because he makes her anxious.

She fell in love with him not too long after she first learned his name. He hit an area deep in her stomach, triggered a few memories that didn't do any harm; the memories he triggered poked at an area of her brain she forbade herself from paying any attention to.

Maybe this was the love that was truly forbidden. But no, that was slightly too cliche for the both of them. They were special, exquisite even. She saw that he was like the deep end of a pool- water slowing you down, chlorine burning your eyes, deep but not so deep that your feet wouldn't eventually touch the bottom.

Everything was just him. Everyone else was much too shallow and not understanding enough of the confrontations she had with her thoughts, and the arguments over her dreams and nightmares. She looked at him now, and the clouds seemed to darken and conform themselves into one huge cloud that lingered over their heads and it was going to rain. The last sliver of sun hid itself behind the clouds, shielding itself from what was to come. She just hoped she wouldn't break him too. She's much too anxious and much too sick. But she closes the distance between them and leans in to kiss him.

Then, a clap of thunder in the sky.