Thunder echoed through the neighborhood as the rain poured down and flooded the area. Rolo stood with his head hung downwards, staring at the hard cement providing shelter to the soil beneath it, as the water enclosed him, leaving him soaked in the downpour. His hair drooped down as the hairspray slowly dripped away; his eyes covered by his soft brown fringe that reached his nose. There was no sign of a smile on his pale, flawless skin. Water dropped down the edges of his dark blue knitted cardigen and black bondage jeans, as they gradually got heavier in the rain.

Am I that umimportant? Am I so insignificant...?

The rain did not spare the dripping wet boy standing out in the field. It went on and on till it had its fill, and finally, it stopped altogether. Rolo looked up into the sky as the clouds slowly seperated from one another, displaying the picturesque scenery on its surface once again. He gazed longingly into the vast, blue space, wondering how it would be like to be able to fly freely, unrestricted by anything. He knew deep down that that was impossible for him. The blood of the many people he had assassinated had stained his hands so deeply that it could never be cleaned off. He smiled painfully to himself as he looked away from the sky and walked away, returning to the solitude that he had came from, the only place that he could belong; his place among the ashes.

Still, would you leave with me, to a place where we don't have to hide from anyone or anything?

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