I Can't Stand The Rain

The rain was washing down the street like small rivers along the gutters. The evening was grey, cold and wet. A typical evening here in Caldwell of late, or at least that was my opinion.

My mood had dropped lately. It had been weeks since the night I had met Ryodan, and I thought I would have heard something from him by now. We had seemed to have made a connection, well at last I had thought so but maybe not, maybe I had looked too much into the short time we had spent together. I mean I brought the Male home with me! I never do that! Like ever! What the heck was I thinking? I came on too strong and scared him off.

As thoughts of the Male ran circles through my brain my hand searched my pocket seeking out the slim profile of my cell phone. Feeling the cold glass of the screen against my fingertips I reached around the device and drew it from the darkness of my pocket. The screen was black, a quick swipe of my fingers brought it to life. One of the last pictures taken of my Mahmen and Papa together beamed out at me and made me smile as it always did, my eyes glanced over my messages and phone icon and declared no notifications. I sighed and tucked the phone back in my pocket with a huff as if the phone were somehow to blame.

The cold rain felt like fingers of ice as it leeched its way through my jacket as if it were seeking out the warmth of my skin, I pulled my hood tighter against my head and picked up my pace as I made my way down towards the gym where I was working this morning. As a means to support myself and help out my Mahmen now that Papa was gone, I had a secure gig at a few gyms across Caldwell teaching Females, Civilians and Humans self defence classes and I also taught a few Krav Maga classes to a mixed group on a Thursday and Friday night. Right now though was just a straight forward, Spin Class for fun with some of my girlfriends. Hoping to clear my head of the fog that had descended over it since Ryodan’s appearance.