The rainy Monday.
I was supposed to meet somebody, and I did. But I only met her for a mere five minutes after waiting for thirty plus minutes.
I like waiting, especially when there is thousands... tens of thousands of silver pellets falling all around me... strings of silver pellets raining upon the ground. When they hit the ground, they break like glass and shatter all around.
The rain torments me. Yet, it is so relieving to look at it. The rain reminds me of me.
I keep trying to purposely shatter my heart.

I turn my head to the north and I see the confinement of the bus-stop roof, as if I'm purposely trying to cage myself in, to keep my emotions intact.

I turn my head to the east and I see all the HCI boys huddled together at one side, bracing the rain, either that or they're playing with the rain that trickles from the roof.

I turn my head to the west and I see the NY girls huddled together under their school shelter which is linked to the bus-stop's roof, talking.

I had been sitting under the bus shelter for so long. Waiting for my friend to appear. While I was deep in thought, that was when an NY girl rushed for her bus... She broke the glass on the floor and the pieces shattered and grazed me.