Our lives are like a pavement on a rainy day.

Sometimes in some areas of that concrete slab, puddles form, puddles grow.
With each step in the puddle, there'll be a disturbance, an intrusion, an interruption.
Each ripple - a slight shudder - a minute modification to the calm, unchanging surface of the puddle.

Our lives are like a pavement on a rainy day.

Each step, each interaction, every modification can be a blessing or a curse;
a ripple or a slight dimple.

A/N: Hi there, this is a note to say, to warn if I may, about the story content. This is a re-upload. If you had read this before, the end (or the new chapter) is just chapter 5.
I had written this story when it rained, when I was down, and I had written this with the intent to hurt - so, the story hurts. It hurt and hurts me at least. I'm not asking you to read this - the story - it's up here, for my own purposes really; I needed to live through this.

I'll thank you, ever so sincerely, if you choose to proceed, choose to read, but there'll be no more author notes - because I do see these notes as interruptions to a story sometimes, and sure, for one of my stories, an a/n was fun to have and I liked it there but, not for this story. So here is my thanks, for your time, if you choose to proceed; and even if you don't (which I still say, might be a better option instead), it's okay.
This story, has an end - I gave it an end (and I hope the end makes sense), because, I no longer wish to write for this story as I had initially planned. It hurts too much.

Here's my warning, and my thanks. For taking the time to read this author's note, and for the time, if you choose to proceed.
If you wish to read it - this story - know that yes, it hurts (me at least). Thank you, for the time.