"Come on, come on! It’s just a little rain!" Gilbert laughed, taking Feli’s hand to try and drag her outside. He loved the rain, loved to plash in the puddles, even being in his early twenties. Sometimes he was told to "grow up" but he didn’t listen. There was nothing wrong with wanting to have fun!
So, arm in arm, the two friends headed out into the rain. They didn’t bring an umbrella. In the man’s own words, “How can you enjoy the rain? How can you even dance in the rain with an umbrella?” He had finished that exclamation with a laugh as they’d headed out the door.
Less than a block away was a small park they could enjoy their fun in. With it raining, it was empty of people, but one could hear frogs from the small man made pond. It was kind of funny to hear them croaking loudly. It overpowered the beating of the rain on the ground, trees, benches, and even their heads.
They had fun chasing each other around, acting like some kids on the playground, and then they danced. The sound of the rain was the beat to their song. They heard thunder far off but it didn’t stop them from dancing on their way to the front of the park… A place they didn’t make it to.
Maybe they should have started running, but there was no way for them to know how fast the storm was moving. They had heard the thunder and started to leave. But then the unthinkable happened. Somehow Feli had tripped a bit and they let go of each other. Gilbert had gone a few more steps, climbing onto the cement foundation of a fountain, and turned just as a freak bolt of lightning struck his good friend. He shielded his eyes, felt the heat from the bolt, and then heard a scream.
It wasn’t his own, it wasn’t Feli’s, it was that of a woman who had been running down the street to find shelter in a building. She had seen the whole thing. Time, for Gilbert, stopped. He didn’t notice the woman take out her phone to call for help. He only saw his friend, lifeless on the ground, never to sing or paint or dance again.
The German got off the fountain and ran to her, holding her to his chest as he begged for her to open her eyes. He knew it wasn’t going to happen and it was all his fault. He had made her come outside! He was why she was dead!
Gilbert didn’t let go of his friend until the paramedics arrived. They pronounced he head on scene, and she was taken away from him while he was lead to another ambulance to say what had happened. He had to tell them how he’d killed his friend all because he wanted to go play in the rain.
Can one ever make amends for wrongs that should have never happened due to a unknown mental illness?....or will one forever have to live with the regret and pain of such things...... If only I could truly build up the nerve to actually come.straight out to those I hurt and apologize. ...possible start a new.... Yet fear holds me back just as it always has..I shall never know
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