it was raining

 

She walked, staring at a single point. She ignored the puddles splashing under the soles of her soaked sneakers, the drops flowing down her hair and clothes. She walked, tears mingling with the rainwater. Finally, she collapsed onto a wet bench. Her thoughts drifted to the same person. Krzysiek. A tall, lanky boy with brown eyes and dark hair. She kept asking herself one question: "Why me?" No one could answer that question, least of all herself. She was lost in her own feelings, sometimes feeling hatred for the boy, sometimes love. Although the latter emotion dominated her heart, she refused to admit for long that she loved him. Now, deeply aware, she sat devastated in the pouring rain. The bench was wet, her clothes too, but the wettest thing at that moment was her heart, which was crying, crying with the force of a waterfall.

And it had all started so normally. She went to a disco with her friends, they went dancing, having fun. After an hour, Ola couldn't take her eyes off one of the boys standing against the wall. During one of the slower songs, he asked her to dance. Then came another song, and another. She chatted with him for a bit, learned that he was two years older than her and lived a few blocks away from her apartment. The disco ended, and for the next few days, she continued to reminisce about those moments. Two weeks later, she saw him on the street, said "hi," but he didn't pay attention, didn't even look at her. The next day, she saw him again, but this time he said hi and even smiled. And so it went, sometimes he'd chat, sometimes he'd tell her to get lost. Recently, when she tried to say something after his "leave me alone" remark, Krzyś's friends took her aside. They told her to forget it, that there was no chance the boy had a girlfriend. Resigned, she started walking home. She glanced over her shoulder and saw something that confirmed what her friends had said. Krzysztof tenderly embraced the tall blonde, who smiled triumphantly at Ola. Ola quickly looked away, resigned to going home.

That's how she found herself on a bench, soaking wet. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and a dark umbrella protected her from the raindrops. Krzysiek was standing with her.

"What do you want? You don't care about me," she snapped.

"It's not like that... Please, come with me to my house, I'll show you something," he muttered.

"What's the point? Leave me alone. I don't want to know you anymore. You've hurt me too much. You should have just given up, instead of bothering me with your..." The girl couldn't hold it back and burst into tears.

Krzyś gently grabbed her by the arms and lifted her from the bench. He led her into the house, not speaking the entire way. He led her into the hallway, then into a room. There, the girl was dumbfounded. She glanced every now and then at the boy sitting on the couch with the blonde on his lap, and at the boy standing in the doorway.

"What... What's this all about?" she stammered.

"Uh, you see," Krzysiek scratched his head, "I'd like to introduce you to my twin brother Radek and his girlfriend Sabina.

And speaking of girls, would you like..." The girl didn't let him finish. She placed a finger on his lips and, smiling gently, whispered, "Shh..."