A/N: Written for the Furaba Flash Bingo Challenge, #069 – overcast.
Not-Cat in the Rain
Even after the spirit of the cat had left him, he hated the rain. He hated the way it washed everything away: the ache that was constantly in his bones, the tears he could easily pretend never stained his cheeks – and it was easy, because the rain washed all telling marks away, and no-one looking would think the drops slithering down his face to be anything besides.
Most people looking at his face didn't see the overcast expression that matched the sky as something different, and those who did pretended they didn't, let the rain be a mask he could wear and accepted the smiles that came later. And that was what he wanted; he'd already cried his heart out before, let go of that weight. Only the memories remained: memories of a cat, of a monster, of that part of him now forever gone.
Somehow, the rain brought all of those memories back. Maybe it was because he instinctively slowed in the rain, because he couldn't run anymore – and he was still running, in a sense, even after everything had ended, everything been forgiven… He was still running away. This time…from the past.
The rain brought it back as if it were part of a never-ending cycle.