Stage 1: Attraction
I'm Here Waiting…
He'd always loved the rain. It had a scent to it. An embracing one. People never understood his explanation of that scent; they couldn't locate it. It made sense since he didn't quite know how to describe it. But that didn't matter; the communication barrier meant that it was special to him. A bond between the two entities.
It felt so good to have the sky's tears flow through his hair and over his body. The chill from their kiss was never very harsh, but he felt it through every crevice. It felt cleansing, washing away the sins and pain of his existence. He didn't let anything convince him to step out from those healing drops.
And yet, when an umbrella came from his right side, carried by a blonde man he'd met so many times before, he wasn't so sure he could keep that statement.
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He liked the rain, but not walking in it. He preferred to watch it give nourishment to plants and spatter the streets. But it always felt like such a hassle to trudge through the deluge. He'd end up getting wet somehow, and would be uncomfortable or moody for the rest of the trip.
But when he came across a black shadow standing amidst the spray, something within him began apologizing for making such a fuss.