Title: Rainbow
Genre: Angst
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own D3! or any characters, they all belong to Mika Kawamura.
The pitter patter of a child running on the wooden floorboards resonated around her as the rain fell against the transparent umbrella. She stared out at the bleak, colorless sky. Her slender fingers twisting around the string of her coat as she waited.
If the world was a blank canvas, and she were the artist, everything would be altered. The sky would be deep forest green, the trees an aqua blue, and happiness would be a bright, pastel yellow. The buildings would be tall, brick red buildings, the window frames painted a bright white. Smiles would be painted on the children wearing greens, purples, blues, reds and oranges. Nothing would have the touch of grey that colored the world as it did now.
It wasn't that she despised the rain. She loved the feel of the wet pellets against her bare skin, the way it produced music as it fell gently to the earth. It was the color of rain that she hated. Rain, unlike portraits, wasn't a sky blue color, nor was it a crystal clear color. It was a dark, gloomy grey. It washed out the beautiful colors of the world.
Lately she had been feeling this way whenever she was alone. If one were to describe her feelings in one word, that word would be "depressed". It's an appropriate term, but not accurate. Because what she was feeling was far more complicated, it was something that would take more words than the universe knew to describe.
She felt as though something were missing. There was a gap in her heart that she just couldn't fill. You can't find something you lost if you don't know what it is that you lost. It was strange to her. Nothing had changed recently. Everyone she loved was still here, surrounding her. No major event had occurred. At least, none that she was let in on.
To be frank, she had a gut feeling about what had changed. Yet she refused to believe it, not until she heard it from their own lips. As much as she tried to persuade herself that she wouldn't believe just on assumptions, it was hard.
She knew they were holding back for her sake, they were afraid of what would happen if she knew. Perhaps that was what hurt her the most, the fact that they expected her to act in such a way.
Today, she finally saw it. It jumped out at her and practically slapped her across the face. She was awoken from her trance.
They only briefly glanced at one another, but the warmth that emitted from their eyes was enough to melt the polar ice caps.
She had always noticed every detail about him, she made sure of it. No one would know him better than she, and yet, she hadn't even notice. The smile that adorned his face was just a bit happier than before. When did that happen and how did she miss it?
It was the little things that amounted so much. The snowball effect. Every single minuscule action, the ones that nobody really payed attention to, those were the ones that pulled the puzzle piece together. The very same ones that sent the giant ball of ice slamming against her heart.
They would be together forever, and she had no reason to interfere. It was something natural, it was destined. If she were to interfere, it would be like going back in time and changing something. Nothing would ever be the same.
She knew happiness was within her reach. And if she took the time to let go of the cloud over her head, she could get to it. But her heart clung on.
That's the funny thing about humans. We tend to hold on to the things that hurt us. We blame those things for preventing our happiness, when the truth is, the only thing preventing our happiness is ourselves.
With the realization, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in.
In one swift motion, the umbrella she held retracted. Her entire body was exposed to the rain. She let the water droplets fall on her face, mixing with her own salty ones. She wasn't going to let anyone see her cry. Not now or later. If she lets it all out now, she's sure that when the time comes, not a single tear will shed. She won't allow it.
The mixture of the wet rain and cold wind chilled her, but at the same time it was refreshing. The rain didn't wash away her colors. Instead, it rinsed her of her worries.
Slowly, they fell with longer intervals.
As the last drop fell, it carried away her worries, leaving her renewed. With a slight upturned smile, she began heading home.
She knew that when tomorrow comes, everything will be okay. In her moment of weakness she forgot, but now she remembered. The rain doesn't take away colors.
It simply wipes down the canvas to allow a new portrait to be painted. Because when the rain disappears, it leaves behind a seven-colored palette.
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A/N: I was scrolling through my desktop and I came across this FF that I left alone for...a month or two. I didn't post it sooner because at the time, I thought it wasn't...good enough. But after reading it, I felt it was ready. So I hope you liked it. I'll post more stories if my brain can get more inspiration.
In case you're wondering, the main character is Chris.