"Taya? Taya! It is you! What are you doing out in the rain?" Lizzie, the last person I want to see right now. "Come here babe, get under my umbrella." Umbrella. What a strange word. The rain falls gently around us, it's funny how rain can fall with feeling. There is angry rain, sad rain, cheerful rain and this is gentle rain, tender rain. It falls with care, gently kissing the umbrella.
"Hi Lizzie." My voice sounds far away, drifting to our ears from some street-lit rooftop. She looks at me quizzically, raising a pencilled eyebrow. I pray she doesn't ask about Clara. If she asks about Clara I will cry.
"Something's wrong." She waits for me to respond, I don't. "You are very upset and have just run here, through the park. Am I right?" She is. "You were going to keep running, but then you saw me." Right again. "You're doing that crazy thing where you quite literally run from your problems." Stupid Lizzie she knows me too well. Have I really not changed since high school?
"I'm fine. I got home when I realised I dropped something. Have you seen a red wallet?" She shakes her head with a smile, blonde curls bouncing.
"I get it babe, I do. See you around, don't get hit by a car, people do silly things when they are upset." She walks past, swinging her hips in a ridiculous manner. The rain swallows her, parting like a curtain and then falling back into place. I look down at the sad daisy in my hand. Lizzie didn't notice it. Thank god. But then who would notice it. People don't go around giving each other single daisies. I let it splash into a puddle. It floats there, mocking me. You thought she would understand? You're just friends, housemates. If you really wanted a reaction you should have stuck with a rose. I step on it and begin to walk home, trying to forget the way Clara had spun it in her fingers. This is lovely. Where'd you get a single daisy? Anyway gotta dash. Pasta for dinner? The rain mingles with my tears, diluting them until they mean nothing.