A tiny, tiny drabble I jotted down while waiting for my food at Sonic in the rain.
something about the rain
It was something about the sound the rain made against that damn bay window. She was happy; she was always happy because she's Riley Matthews and that's just her. But something about the rain hitting that freaking window made her feel so blue; all at once it gave her the feeling of wanting something unidentifiable, and the feeling of never being able to have it.
Stupid window.
... Okay, so maybe it was also the look of the rain. Maybe it was the way it cast this beautiful gray light all around her colorful room, and on every person in it, and okay mostly on her best friend. The way the pattern reflected onto her skin when all the lights were off, somehow making her even more beautiful than she already was while she laid on the floor with with a book held high above her face. Riley lived for these moments, even if they made her fall apart. These gaps in their lives where time doesn't exist, and it's just the two of them in Rileytown or Mayaville or heaven or wherever. It didn't matter where they were as long as she had her girl by her side.
Maybe it was the way the rain felt when she stuck her fingers through the gap at the bottom of her window, and how it reminded her of her hair when she came out of the shower and asked Riley to brush it for her. The drops trickling down her pale spine as she gently pulled the comb through the blond locks, wishing that they would stay tangled forever. Maybe it was the smell of the rain, the way it just barely echoed the earthy scent of her favorite perfume, which they'd doused themselves in after many quiet cigarette breaks. If only it were the cigarettes that were her bad habit.
If only.
And if only she could taste the rain.
I've been digging Rilaya a lot more recently B)