Reny threw stones at my window the other night, it was dark I barely recognised it was him. I could barely hear it over the rain.
He was drunk.
He swayed and slurred metres below me. The rain pouring so heavily it was hard to see him.
I could only look from my window, I couldn't help him or call out to him. I didn't want my mother to wake up and send him away forever.
Hair dripping, shirt drenched, he shouted , "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?! Fucking stunning."
Soon after that he stumbled away, talking away about things I wish I could hear but couldn't.
He was utterly drunk and I don't know if I'll tell him about the event next time I see him.
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