I don't know what's gotten into me but I am just really addicted to write something angst and tragic. Though like always this story will also have a happy ending, but I am not certain how long will it take.

Silent storm

Winter is cold but still either from experience or liking or loathing; I had gotten accustomed to its feeling. The moment the dried and old leaves start falling and create a road of red and yellow, I knew its time for the streets to get painted with a shade of blazing pink and a cold blanket of snow. But even from rare opportunities, the biting cold of winter with a deadly combination of rain had never been friendly to me. The raindrops drumming on the window glass and then dripping like a small river were getting irritating to my eyes, but I knew for sure if somehow the season changed and transformed into summer I would had loved its simple beauty. The fact that Nowaki was away from me was cold and the harsh truth that he left without informing me was like the bitter and sad rain.

I didn't know when the rain was going to stop and I also didn't know where Nowaki had gone to nor did I know when he was coming back. I felt disgust and anger flare in me but still my love for Nowaki cooled me down made me think twice before assuming anything drastic and tragic. I knew few of his friends including Senpai but even the thought of asking him about the where abouts of Nowaki made me suffer in sorrow or may be inferiority complex as Nowaki could never betray me but he had a disgusting way to surprise me many a times.

I didn't even know rather I lost track of the countless books I went through form the morning with a fading hope of finding relief, but it seemed the relief instead of reaching me was going further away. With every heartbeat I could feel myself weakening. Thought of a cold shower occurred to me for a momentary break though I was quite aware of the frosting cold. Thinking where else could Nowaki be except for the fucking hospital I lulled myself to sleep to the sound of the raindrops.

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An ear piercing and deep roar woke me up. Opening my eyes I saw that it had gotten darker and colder and the regular thunders were not at all suppressing the showers but were making the rain furious and dangerous. The patting sound of the rain had increased and I figured it was impossible for me to sleep. I even felt lethargic to make myself a coffee and drape my shivering body with a blanket. I refused to realize if subconsciously I was waiting for my lover to come and warm me up. I didn't notice when I closed my eyes but I felt my eyes trying hard to blink and my mind going blank.

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First thing I felt when my dormant brain became active from the sleep was a faint light behind my closed eyelids. Without opening my sleepy eyes, I tried to process about my surroundings. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes opened abruptly with a sharp jolt when the thoughts of Nowaki appeared. Sitting up I scanned the room for the tall and strong man. Disappointment drenched me when my hope of finding Nowaki shattered. I felt cold as there was no blanket draping my barely clothed body , I figured Nowaki had not retuned yet. Getting up I did the morning rituals of freshening up and checked all of Nowaki's possessions and as expected found them untouched, just like me.

The rain had stopped but the Sun was still struggling to come out and the dark clouds were not even giving a rare chance for the Sun to peep out a little. Without even realizing I stood by the window confused and lost starring at the pink cherry blossoms and counting the falling leaves hopelessly to give myself a break. I averted my eyes when the color made my eyes painfully crinkled. The weather and the color was a total contrast, my aesthetic sense was irritated for my disgusting study of observation.

While making my breakfast I heard the raindrops pitter patter again. Whoever said that Nature has a great role on a person's mood and act was right. The fucking rain was the perfect ingredient for my depressions to worsen. After some debating with myself at the table, I finally left the food untouched. I had had cooked it to pass my time rather than to sate my unresponsive appetite. Turning on the television for yet another distraction from my overly anxious and angry brain, I flipped through the channels until it ended up in the news section.

'As you all can see the road is under construction and the thunder storms made it more dangerous.'

The reporter declared with a concerned expression representing clearly the seriousness of the situation. The road was in a mess and it seemed there was an accident the night before, the rain had been a trauma to others too then. A broken tree was crushing a car pathetically behind which several other cars were also suffering from severe damage. The road seemed familiar.

' There is one casualty and three people are injured , one of them is a young doctor…

My heart throbbed in my throat , it was the same road to Nowaki's hospital and a person was dead and a doctor was injured. Visions of Nowaki floated on my mind. Hurt. Injured. Blood……

No.

Without any delay I ran out through the door, the cold raindrops were like countless needles pricking my body through the thin material of my shirt. I was shivering but whether, if it was from the terrible cold I wasn't aware of. I knew it was foolish to run aimlessly to search for him , to think that it was Nowaki but I could not stop my feet running to the road a few blocks away from our apartment. I ran like a mad man wishing to see Nowaki safe but my mind was suspecting all the horrible consequences. My feet were getting numb and my head was spinning with an alarming buzz. The cold was unbearable. I wanted the black spots appearing frequently infront of my eyes to vanish. I didn't care if Nowaki would had gone to a damn brothel and any damn place I would not want him to go instead of heading towards that bloody road; right then I just wanted him to be safe. I should had called senpai when I couldn't reach Nowaki's phone forgetting all my ego , it would had been better to see Nowaki alright than to disgrace my already bruised ego and broken soul. I knew I was tired of rationalizing my intuitions but still those were the only consolations and strength for my body to keep moving without breaking down altogether.

Nowaki I love you please don't leave me…….

Should I continue?