Hi! This is my FIRST fanfic, so I'm sure there's a lot I could improve. Any suggestion, good or bad, are welcome. Thanks!
The storm started with tiny drops of water. Clear, innocuous droplets which clung to his dark eyelashes, making his flashing black eyes shimmer all the more. Then came the downpour, lovely and cooling, refreshing my body in a way that made my heart speed up with its sheer naturalness. He shook his shaggy head, spraying crystal beads all over me, reminiscent of a playful dog. But things can't just stay like that…perfect and innocent.
The rain fell with more and more pressure, sharp staccatos on my back, cutting through my layers and settling down into the core of my heart. An unsettling resident unable to be pushed aside and forgotten. His toasty hand found my own shivering one as we ran back to the car together, slipping and sliding in the mud, laughing as if there wasn't a care in the world. We jumped in the car, grinning at each other with comfortable ease, his massive hand still encompassing mine with its warm pressure. I naively allowed him to bring my hand to his lips, but I could feel the longing and passion rolling from his body. I couldn't stop him, with his sheer strength, but to my surprise, I found that I didn't want to stop him. Why couldn't I just let things happen instead of wishing for something that would never be mine?
His rough, warm lips brushed my hand, but when I gazed to the face of its owner, I only saw a pale face with a mischievously crooked smile. With a painful gasp, I ripped my hand from his and turned away from the questioning look in his bronze face. Then, with the quickness of a flash flood, I saw understanding fill his eyes. And soon after, a wave of pure, undiluted pain move across the magnificent planes of his face. This was too much to bear, watching his pain and knowing that I was the source of it. Making a feeble excuse, I jumped out of the car not wanting to do any more damage than I had to. Walking away, I could feel the razor-sharp rain drops, and his persistent, hollow stare tearing at my back, tearing at my heart. I hope he didn't hear it…when the first sob left my throat. Because hurting my lovable friend was worse than any harm I could do to myself.
And with that though, I turned my head and tried my hardest to forget.