LaughterRain pattered onto the cobblestone sidewalk and off my cheerful, pink flowered umbrella in a soft, steady rhythm. The sun had set by now, as it did since winter began.
My name is Marina, Marina McClin. My parents said they named me Marina because my eyes 'reminded them of the sea,' I always was told of how I would grow up and help my father on his fishing boat. My sea green eyes always bringing him good luck when he was out at sea, he'd tell me. But I didn't like the ocean, I liked the sky. I'd stare at it forever, with my sea green eyes.
I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, it had managed to fall out of my loose bun, probably from all my running around in the rain. My ever-present smile lit up my slim face. I truly loved the rain, and in the dimming light, it always seemed all the more magical.
But tonight something felt....
I was all alone tonight, but I swore I could hear...
My smile faltered, my steps slowing, my ears straining.
There it is, the