Creative Writing: I Used To Like The Rain?

I used to like the rain. I thought there was something cool in the way the God would cry whenever he felt like it. This day God cried almost as much as me. I remember sitting on the stoop holding a lit cigarette, I had no intentions of smoking, watching my world slip right through my fingers.
“ What your astrological sign?” - Cettie, February 15th Her name is Lucette, Cettie for short. Lucette and I met 3 months before the universe threw us in different directions. We met through a theater project neither of us planned to be apart of. I was her stage manager in the show Rotterdam. During casting, I knew I wanted her in our show. Although she didn’t have our show selected as one that she wanted to be apart of, I begged our director

One day while visiting her at work she whispered, “people always find me a mystery and once they realize they can’t figure me out they leave.” I was shocked. Was I only so invested in her because she was mysterious? Did I only want to be close to her to figure her out? I soon shut out those thought reminding myself a love like this couldn’t be fictitious. “Amazing things are about to happen”-Cettie, March 21st When spring break rolled around we spent every minute together. I found myself trying to absorb as much of her time as I possible could. We ran all over the city that week trying to have as many firsts as one could fit into a 5-day period; first time on a ferry, eating rolled ice cream, trying soup dumplings, and going to the MOMA. First time ditching my best friends, first time finishing an entire pack of cigarettes, and first time doing drugs. This week helped to solidify all the thoughts that were occurring in my brain. I loved her. I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone.
“I’m going home…” – Cettie, April

Walked to my class trying my hardest not to cry. I knew today was the day my best friend leaves. Not for vacation, not for a week but for good. My best friend was leaving and I was trying my hardest to keep it together. While I was sitting in the caf, ironically the place this all started, I received a text from Cettie that said I just checked out of my room. My heart dropped. No matter how much I tried to prepare myself for her departure, nothing could stop the aching in my chest. She said she wanted to see me one last time and to meet her by the elevators on the first floor. I walked to the meeting spot desperately trying to keep it