My good friend Tristan wrote a short story called "His First Appearance," I loved it so much I wanted to rewrite it, making some changes to it, so I asked my friend if I could rewrite it and he said yes. So here it is enjoy!!!
The rain fell softly from the gloomy sky, kissing my skin softer than a butterfly. The atmosphere was gray and the wet soil had a overwhelming fresh scent. Every time I would sink one of my feet into the softened ground a new dose of the fresh scent would fly into my noise, reminding me of that boy. Where had he gone? I had seen him wondering around in this forest the past couple weeks, but could he still be here?