"I like the rain, anyways."

"Why's that?" Zac asked, pulling his feet up onto the bench, hugging his knees to his chest. His head rested on his knees, brown eyes glowing at me.

"I always like it when it rains because even if I'm sad, the sky is sadder. It makes me believe that people have bigger problems then me. The rain always washes away my pain and fears, or at least that's what I've always believed."

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