You were standing outside of your school, holding your umbrella, waiting for your parents to pick you up, when you spot a boy with blue hair standing beneath a tree.
  ‘I bet it’s terrible to be out in the rain without an umbrella.’ You thought to yourself.
  ‘Maybe I should go and help him.’ You nodded your head and smiled as you walked towards him.
     “Hi.” You greeted, “Do you want to share my umbrella?” The boy slowly nodded his head and moved under the umbrella next to you. You were both silent for a while, listening to the continuous tapping of the rain hitting the umbrella.
“I’m ------, by the way.” You blurt out.
“I’m Zexion.” The boy muttered. A few minutes later, your mother’s car pulls up in front of you.
“That’s my mom.” You sighed. “I hope someone comes to get you soon.” You gave him a sad smile. Zexion reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and scribbled in the paper.
“Here,” he handed you the paper. “Why don’t you call me some time?” he smiled. You graciously took the paper and hopped into the front seat of the car. Before she drove off, you rolled down the window and yelled good bye to Zexion.

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      “Tell me again!” your daughter exclaims.
“I’ve told you twice already! It’s time to go to sleep.” You chuckled.
“Ok! Night mommy!” You kissed her forehead, turned off the light, and closed the door behind you.
      “I don’t get why she’s so interested in that story.” Zexion said once you left her room.
“Why wouldn’t she? It’s the story of how we met.” You laughed. “You say that like you wish it never happened.” You were caught by surprise when Zexion crashed his lips into yours.
“I never said that I wished we never met.” Zexion whispered.
“It was implied.” You stuttered, a light blush coming to your cheeks.
“We’ve been married for over five years, and you still blush when I kiss you.” He laughed.
“But you still love me all the same.” You giggled and winked at him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Yes I do.”