Gone with Rain
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One, two, three droplets. You can hear water running against the window. And it pains. Pains. Pains. Rains. Unstoppably.
It's like his voice is back again, whispering with the wind. You can actually feel his breath on your neck, his words in your ears. And you so much want to touch him, his unpredictable personality, his so beautiful and mysterious self. And so you do.
Your hands run through his unruly hair and just then you notice how soft those locks are. His arms are around you and you can hear his gentle heartbeats. So you close your eyes, just because the feel of him is so intoxicating. His warmth, his smell, his touch. Everything.
He places his chin over your shoulder and starts his silly talk. And you smile, and you laugh, and you enjoy. Because he is the only one who makes you feel this way. Because he is plainly him.
Your skin burns with his kisses and you flush uncontrollably. Oh, who wouldn't? His azure eyes stares at you and you know he can read you like an open book. You don't care, nevertheless. He knew everything about you already.
The smell of hot chocolate and his citric scent invades your nostrils and that feels so much like your typical winter afternoons. He plays with your auburn hair and makes a commentary about how he loves days like that. And so do you.
He is pure simplicity, yet he is so much more than that. He's… Indescribable. He understands you even without wanting it. He trusts you and you trust him. He's your guardian, your protector, your best friend.
You wish only happiness to him, because he deserves it more than anyone else. But then again, the more you want him to be happy, the more selfish you become. You want him to stay with you, and you dream with that foolish – but so comforting – idea that it'll last forever.
Why couldn't it…?
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He tells you you're just like rain.
You don't understand and he doesn't bother to explain. You ask him why, but he doesn't respond, looking sheepish. And so you declare war and tickle him, as you have no idea of what else to do.
He calls you inconstant and crazy and tickles you back. He's way stronger than you, so you loose the battle like you always do. And you kiss him as a punishment, feeling your heart race when he returns the gesture.
It's slow, soft, tender. He tastes of morning skies and autumn breeze. Does he know how addicting he is?
His lips leave yours, but his eyes are on you. You say nothing, simply because there's nothing to be said. But he does. And his words shock you. Surprise you. Astonish you. It's just a simple, three-worded sentence and still, you find yourself smiling like a complete goof.
Because he is just like that.
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"I love rain".
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Why couldn't it last forever?
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One, two, three droplets.
…Where's the touch?
…Where's the warmth?
It was gone just as rapidly as it'd come.
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Where's Sora?
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You can hear water running against the window. And it pains. Pains. Pains. Rains. Unstoppably.
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"… He won't come back, Kairi".
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It's like his voice is back again, whispering with the wind. You can actually feel his breath on your neck, his words in your ears. And you so much want to touch him, his unpredictable personality, his so beautiful and mysterious self.
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Kinda… I don't know. :D But I enjoyed writing this!
Thanks for reading!