That was all he heard.

Rain came down in variations. Most of descending waters came down lightly; but other periods it came harder. Like a young girl, her heart aching every other time.

But being in the rain didn't seem to bother the seventeen-year-old. His ears no longer picked up the sound of his mother's voice calling, "Colton! Colton!"

Raindrops dripped down his cheeks. Like salty tears sliding out of his eyes.

He looked down.


The named boy turned back to the source of the voice calling his name. Colton only vaguely recognized her. 'Let's see... Jasmine? No. Sarah? No. It was something with a 'C'. Carrie? Cindy?'


Colton blinked.

"Excuse me?" he asked. His azure eyes took a quick glance at Carson's flaming red-hair. No one in the entire school had that natural hair color.

"Carson," she repeated before crossing her arms over her chest. Colton raised an eyebrow at the shorter girl's sentences. If you could call one word repeated a sentence.

She just sighed and looked him up in the eyes. There was another thing about her: no one had gray as their natural eye color. Most would just wear color contacts.

"You're kinda dim, you know that?" Colton was about to comment on that when she finished what she was trying to tell the taller boy. "Carson is my name, stupid."

Colton's lips curled up into a bitter smile.

"O...kay," he said.

"What? You were wondering what my name was so I told you," Carson said defensively.

"Why did you call my name?" If he hadn't asked that question, their conversation would've gone no where.

"To ask you something."

"And that is...?"

"Can I call you Colt?"

She was only one who'd ever called him Colt.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" Colton repeated, calmly.

"Uhhh..." A splotch of pink adorned her face as she stared. Colton almost laughed; she was cute when she was blushing. She looked down in embarrassment.

Carson mumbled something.

"What was that?" Colton asked.

Carson lifted her head and glared at Colton for a moment before turning away and replying, "I said, 'All right.'"

'She shouldn't have agreed,' Colton thought miserably. Just remembering her hurt him. An ache pounded in his chest when he thought, 'Carson was so happy.'

"Colt!" The named boy turned to face his new girlfriend. He had asked her a few days ago, and almost laughed again when her face matched her bright red hair.

And Colton has kissed her when she mumbled a 'yes'.

"Colt!" A hand was waving in front of the handsome boy's face. He chuckled and grabbed it, lightly kissing it.

He brought the hand down to his side to see a blushing Carson.

"Why do you always do that?" She mumbled, looking away again.

"Because it's fun," He replied, tilting her face up to meet his lips with her hand still firmly grasped in his.

Colton knew. He knew from the moment he thought she was cute. He knew that he was going to fall in love with the girl named Carson. And there was no stopping it.

"Hey, Matthews."

Colton could recognize the voice anywhere; mostly, though, because no one else called him by his last name.

"What's up, Jake?" Colton walked over to his friend.

"So how's our bet going? Got her to fall for you yet?" Jake wondered, some of his sandy blonde hair falling into his green eyes.

Colton grinned. "Almost, dude. Almost," the dark-haired boy replied.

Colton balled his fists in anger. 'I'm so... STUPID!' Colton shut his dark blue eyes as tears threatened to spill.


His eyes snapped back open, letting the tears mix in with the rain water streaming down his cheeks. He looked down again as his eyes drifted closed.


Colton turned at the sound of his name. Carson was behind him, her head bowed down, one of her hands gripping her arm. From what he could see, Carson's face was extremely red.


"I-I-I-I... I have something to tell you," she said, looking up and showing the dark-haired teen her flushed face.

"Go on..." Colton urged. But what he thought was contradictory. 'Please don't say it... Oh God, please...'

"I-I... love you," she whispered. Colton's heart dropped.

"Carson, I-" But the boy was interrupted.

"ALL RIGHT COLTON!" was heard. Three boys and a girl jumped out from the bushes around the couple.

"C-Colt?" Carson stuttered, confused.


"Don't call my boyfriend that!" the girl snapped.

Carson's gray eyes widened before she quickly looked down. "Sorry. Didn't know," she mumbled apologetically. She bit the insides of her lips.

"All right! I didn't think you'd pull it off!" one of the boys congratulated.

"And in only a month!" another added.

"Carson... I-"

"I have to go, Colton," she whispered, her body shaking. She began walking away.

"Wait, Carson!"

With tearful eyes, the red-head turned to see a heart-shattering sight.

Colton and the girl were kissing.

It felt almost as if someone had shoved a glass wedge into her heart, fully tearing it in half.

"I get it, Colton. I know," whispered Carson as Colton and the girl were separated.

"So you know? You know how I feel?" Colton asked, hope striking his heart. Carson smiled through the crystal tears falling down her cheeks. She nodded sadly.

"Yeah. I know you hate me."

'I should've told her before... And now she's gone because of that stupid joke.'

Colton watched with wide eyes as Carson darted off, sounds of a muffled sob following her. He wanted to follow her. He wanted to comfort her and tell her the truth.

But he didn't.

Because he knew that he would be left with none of his friends if he did.

So he stayed rooted to the spot.

And watched the only girl he's ever loved run away.

Too bad now Colton realizes what he's done.

He broke a girl's fragile heart.

Only after the accident did Carson's past unveil itself to him.

"I'm so stupid," Carson choked as she stopped in the middle of a darkened road to catch her breath.

And let the tears freely flow out.

"I should've known. I should've known not to be so stupid," she sobbed as she brought her balled hands up to her face to try and stop the tears.

"I'm so weak."


She turned towards the noise.

But she couldn't see anything; tears continued to fall and blurred her vision.

Only until it was too late did she see what was coming.

Her hands overlapped each other as she brought them both up to her eyes- as if to shield herself from her fate.


No one had heard her scream until her body flew in the air.

The day after, the accident was reported on the news.

He had remembered hearing it as he was leaving his house.

'... And just last night, Carson McKenzie was fatally injured when he was hit by a truck.'

Colton's bag dropped as he stood, frozen in the doorway.

'What was that?' the man mumbled into his mouthpiece. 'Carson McKenzie is a girl? Alright.'

Colton balled his fists in anger.

"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE SHE CAN'T HEAR!" Colton screamed at the television set. "She doesn't deserve to be treated like that... She… doesn't..."

A few tears slipped from his eyes as he watched the rest of the report.

Carson had no home or parents. She lived in an orphanage. Her mother and father had abandoned her when she was born, upset that she hadn't been a boy. She didn't have a friend up through high school because of her past.

'Here is a clip that our traffic cameras caught from last night.'

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her body made contact with the much larger truck.

Her screams echoed through his mind.

'Apparently, Miss McKenzie was out in the middle of the night, crying. This reported can't help but wonder: Why was she crying so hard? Did something happen? Regardless, that night she died upon impact. May she rest in peace.'

The show was over.

She had small funeral. Very small. Barely anybody was there; only Colton and some people from the orphanage had come. The oldest woman was sobbing through her words: "She... was... s-such a sw-sweet girl... We'll a-all mis-s her gr-avely."

And one little girl had come up to him. "How could you? You made Carry so happy and then you killed her," she told him. Another girl joined her "sister".

"You're bad, mister."

And with those words, the closest thing Carson had to a family left, still sobbing over their loss.

Rain began falling.

Lightning began flashing.

Thunder continued to crack through the sky.

Not every story has a happy ending.

Inspired by 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride and my love for the betrayal aspect in a romance story (they don't have enough!)


-Dorothy Yen