Hold me in the rain Chapter 3: In her room, a beyblade fanfic

CHAPTER -3 ~ In her room.

In front of him stood a small bed, and the space inside the room lasted to extreme left, where there were couches, study table, a small closet and the precise opposite wall to him was absent, replaced by swinging net white curtains, beyond which was a beautiful, cool, calm and wordless describable balcony. The time seemed to stop. Everything was Serene and peaceful. He doesn't wanted the moment to cease and was lost in his frequent thoughts till his eyes laid on a brunette who was peacefully lying on a small bed, involved in her late siesta, seeming really tedious that she actually didn't locked her room. Her hair were messy unusually, and her jacket looked dull, her pearly bleached waist seemed more than enough tired, the smooth argent legs were resting and lounging one on other, her elbow was folded near her chest and the other hand on her waist.

She looked tranquil, or more precisely, per Tyson – alluring and charming immensely. Her brunette hair was smooth, silky, and fleecy; her ruby eyes behind her eyelid seemed to be resting in peace and lost in dreams! Her rosy lips were painless and unembellished, her face, magnificently blanched and fair like smooth milk.

He stood confounded and enchanted at her beauty, gazing at her without any movement in his lips. He slowly grinned and he ambled towards the bed and examined her.

Baby are you down down down down down, down, down
Even if the sky is falling down, down, down

You oughta know, tonight is the night to let it go
Put on a show, I wanna see how you lose control
So leave it behind cause we have a night to get away
So come on and fly with me, as we make our great escape

So baby don't worry, you are my only
You won't be lonely, even if the sky is falling down
You'll be my only, no need to worry
Baby are you down down down down down, down, down
Baby are you down down down down down, down, down
Even if the sky is falling down down down!

The music in his mind echoed and he looked radiant, carefree and began to ponder over her state. She looks fatigued, depressed and undoubtedly in pain, inflicted by someone that she is trying to over deal with it. Who could cause her this agony and torture? I don't like to see you this way, Hil. Please be okay again, please, pl-ease. It really sting and offend me, I want you to be back again, please! I wonder how she was able to afford all this equipment…Is she...No that can't be! No! No! She can't, she won't! Not at 16 where teens enjoy their life like anything! I don't know really what are you passing through and encountering but I'm always with you as you were, when I didn't even realize how much I needed you and it's because of you I'm what really am. You were the one who never deserted me when all my friends did; you stuck with me in all my times, whether they were good or bad. Hil! Thank y-you v-very m-much. I remember the period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and now, though whatever you are encountering and you may never confide in me but deep down, deep down, I know, I'm with you. I really…LIKE you! You are really bold and courageous.

"TYSON, I'm sorry." Hilary whispered in her trance, in a small voice.

"Huh? Did she just say s-sorry?" Tyson was shocked. His jaw dropped and he came closer to her, to listen if she would say something. Why did she apologized me? Had we argued in her dream? Is she actually dreaming about me? About us? He gave a goofy smile and held his hair in his hand, almost about to blush. Hey Hilary what's up? Why her face's expression suddenly changes? Her face was at whim turned in that of pain and regret, wound and blemish. She nearly dropped a tear. Tyson was taken aback. He moved back and flied his hands fearfully. Soon her face relaxed as if she had found the courage to let go of what she can't change. She gave a forced smile and soon became expressionless.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

Tyson dragged a small couch near her bed and sat slowly, quiet enough not to disturb her dreams nor could he face her finding out that he found that she had left her home.

Even if the sky is falling down like she 'posed to be
She gets down low for me
Down like her temperature, cause to me she zero degrees
She cold, over freeze
I got that girl from overseas
Now she my Miss America
Now can I be her soldier please
I'm fighting for this girl
On a battlefield of love
Don't it look like baby cupid sendin' arrows from above
Don't you ever leave the side of me
Indefinitely, not probably
And honestly I'm down like the economy, yeah

Yeah, the music was old, but yet worth reminding him of all the worth and special occasions or little comforting moments like this, when he was near her.

He looked at her with yearning. Yet, he also could feel this aching from inside of desperately wanting to cure all her hurt and sadness. He passed his smooth fingers through her hair, intending comforting her stressed mind, longing to be with her all the time, yeah, all the time!

He paced his fingers back and forth through her sloppy hair and eventually sniffed her hair's sweet sent for a couple of seconds and slowly stood up. He covered her with the sheets that were pulled apart, and placed a gentle hand on her forehead. Don't you worry Hil, I'm there for you. Everything will be fine.

He paced into the veranda. There were a few rose plants, one croton pot and a money plant. He could see the silent street, people busily streaming from here to there. He turned back and started to leave. His eyes met with a picture that was adhered to the wall with brown woody frame, it was their photo after third world championships. They looked euphoric, seemed to be celebrating. He took the photo frame from the wall and examined it with smile, he turned to see its dorsal side, and he found a small piece of paper in it folded in few squares neatly. He began to unfold it and read.

It doesn't make sense to let go of someone you had for so long.

But it also doesn't make any sense to hold on when there is actually nothing there…Sometimes we have to let go of what is killing us even if it's killing us to let go…- Hilary Tachibana..To someone who read will eventually understand.

Tyson lowered his head, his hair covering his worrisome maroon eyes wondering how her life was condemned to pain. Yet, she showed the least of what she was undergoing. He folded back the paper neatly and placed it where it was and adhered back the photo along it. He started to make his way to go. For the last time, he looked at her. He paced toward her and bent down so that his lips brushed against her warm forehead and placed a small kiss. He backed off, closed the door and walked back to the elevator. He looked at the amber haired lady for once and then ventured out of the large building.