This happens to be something that I posted a long time ago but as with all computer crashes, I was unable to retrieve anything so let me just repost it.
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Rain
Collective 2220
I have no idea exactly how long it's been now. I've been standing in the rain for quite some time without an umbrella to cover me from the oncoming downpour but I don't care. OK, a small part called vanity is screaming at me that I look like drenched dog. Whether I look like one or not, the feel of the rain against my flushed skin makes it all worthwhile.
How did it get to this point? I mean the slightest look from him makes my skin aware of the fact that he's looking and starts to turn that flattering shade of pink. Yeah, definitely compliments my yellow hot pants. That explains why I'm out here, rain or not, I had to leave the room. It never used to be like this. I mean being in close quarters with him always made me feel like I was in a cage, a little asphyxiated. It wasn't until recently that I realized why . . . he took up all the air in the room.
How can he do that? How is it that he does that?
I remember back on earlier times that this was never a constant thing but rather something that happened on certain occasions like when we were the only two hunting the same bounty or when we were arguing about something so frugal that it doesn't even matter five minutes into the argument. All that truly mattered was the fact that for those few minutes he was looking at me.
The rain is starting to let up a little but you can hear the distant rumble of thunder. I remember that even when I was kid I used to come out in the rain while everyone else stayed in. There was something mystical about it even then.
That probably explains it. This fascination I have with him.
Did I ever how intoxicating his scent is? A mix of rain and cigarettes. The smoker in me wants to inhale him and wear it like a veil while the kid in me wants to dance and jump until drenched.
It was that scent that called to me but unlike the previous times, I couldn't do anything but follow it down it's murky path until it led me straight to him, the one person that I thought was impossible.
I chuckled to myself. It was a dry and bitter chuckle. The kind that called to all the other hopeless ones out there that wanted and never received.
I was wrong again. There's no big surprise; I mean I'm always wrong. It's just how my world works I guess. I never seem to get things to go my way. Not even when I knew who I was. Not now that I don't know who I am. That's the way fate works, I guess. It screws with you and then when you can't have something; it gives it to you on a fucking platter. Just when I thought that things were finally going right for me, it all came back in a rush. I went through so much trouble trying to remember everything that when it hit, I was no longer the cynical gambling woman that many know me as but a woman who was confused and lost.
That's it for this one. I might add some more to it but who knows.
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