Et La Pluie Tombe Doucement
A South Park Fanfiction by DizzyAlice

A/N: For Cruu (on deviantArt) because we invented this pairing together =)
Yess, the "you" is Christophe, and the "him" is CurlyGoth. First attempt at writing Christophe so hopefully I did okay ^_^
Short little one-shot... I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this, the stylization is a little weird =/
Also, sorry if the title is wrong, I don't speak a word of French, I used an online translator ._. but it's probably not too hard to figure out what it means...
Enjoy and please review :D

because sometimes

you forget what it feels like to be alive

and you need a reminder that you're not the only one who feels like this

and as he sits next to you on the wet cement

and says, hey, in his dull voice

you see the dead look from your own eyes reflected in his

you don't say anything

and all around you the rain gently falls

you consider telling him to leave you the fuck alone, but you keep quiet

because

maybe you don't want him to leave you the fuck alone

instead you just watch him

he offers you a cigarette

and the rain gently falls

you ask him what the fuck he wants

he shrugs one shoulder

flicks his damp curls out of his eyes

and says, i was wondering what you were doing out here, all by yourself in the rain

you do realize it's raining, right

you shrug one shoulder and tell him you like the rain

you're not looking at him anymore but you can feel him staring

and the rain gently falls

what do you dream about, you ask him quietly

he hesitates for a minute, thinking

about days when i won't feel so empty, he says at last

you nod and tell him that you don't have dreams

only nightmares

he says maybe someday someone will scare the nightmares away

you look at him and realize how much closer he's moved to you

his hand carefully covers yours, palm-down on the cement

you consider telling him to get the fuck off, but you don't

because

maybe you don't want him to

you stare into his haunted eyes, the ones that mirror your own so perfectly

and for a second, you can almost swear that you can see a spark of life in them

and the rain gently falls

sometimes, he says, sometimes i feel so sad and lonely i don't even know what to do

you say, me too

at least we can be lonely together, he says

and maybe then we won't be so lonely anymore

you don't say anything, just nod

and he leans forward

and his mouth is warm on yours

and the rain gently falls

and the rain gently falls