The warm heat of the air vent seemed to calm (Y/n) down profoundly. After the events of the summer and autumn, no activity could fill the emptiness inside of her. She peered out the window to find that the rain had stopped, revealing thick grey clouds that would allude to more rain. She used to like rain; she used to love a lot of things. If it weren't for this one day, this one conversation with this one boy, she would've been normal. Yes, he was the one to blame for everything. Probably the one you'd expect the least out of everyone at Derry High School.

Stanley Uris.