Day 1.

Might be the fact that it is an
over-romanticized factor in love stories. It was raining when my brother was killed. It was raining when I was jumped, and then suspended because the fight was on school grounds. It was raining when my mother found the drugs.

Honestly, rain is kind of like my bad luck charm.

But little did I know, it also brought me to the best thing I could ever wish for.

A/N credit to @parisparis25 for the beautiful cover!