It all starts in a small town called Centralia. The day was November 12. Calmness during the storm swallowed the town's chaos the place became as quiet as a graveyard, peaceful and beautiful. The gloomy weather gave me comfort. Not like me, the girl next door, my best friend was afraid of the thunder and the storm. That day she came out of her house. She was colorful, unlike the gray weather. Her smile was like music in a silent room, a great energy unlike the dead feeling of the town.
Her eyes were charming like the moon, and her skin was soft as cotton. As she walked through the empty streets she looks like an angel who is exploring the town. That day I started felling something un usual about the girl next door something beyond friends something that disturbs my comfort .The thing I felt split my mind in two halves, like Yin and Yang one drawn to the dead calm I loved, the other pulled toward the life she carried. Between us fogs,silence,footsteps,and a future neither of us understands yet .Because some stories aren't about love. They are about what you're willing to destroy to protect it.
She came right to me as I stood there frozen . My mouth forgot how to talk and suddenly the other side of me left my body like it was never there my eyes started looking for the sun so they can escape her eyes . As she calls my name my soul snaps back to my body . I suddenly start fell the wind,the coldness I was standing in. She opened her umbrella and ask me why I stand in the rain alone I told her I was just thinking, letting the rain do what it wanted with me. As another thunderclap hit, she held me tight, close like the world was burned. But she didn't know that my eyes were burning from her gaze and my heart was melting from her smile. I whispered in her ear Helen it's just a storm