to you guys, for reading this story and having faith in it :)
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somewhere on the way to switzerland
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The downpour became so fierce he was forced to stop at the side of the road.
It was dark, already, and the wind viciously slapped him with rain and mighty gusts. He felt shaky, like a leaf, trembling in the storm, unable to seek the dangerous refuge of trees, and he reckoned he was uncharacteristically powerless.
Quietly, he took on the rain and watched the car-lights go by, at great speeds, on the highway. He owned the scent of rain from his childhood -from long, boring afternoons watching out of dripping windowpanes that belonged not to a home but to a tank, a mobile suit, a rundown SUV (outdated, standard military issue).
Now, he leaned against the hard, sleek side of the bike, and occasionally cleared the cloudy, bedroppled visor. He was forced to become part of the still landscape that only rained and raised mist and unearthed earthworms.
His thoughts drifted: memories mixed with everything, making him close to the ground through the fragrant scent of water and the drumming drops on his helmet.
From his distant childhood, he owned the scent of rain, the uncomfortable squelch of water in his boots. The need to be forever-searching… and the hope, yes, the inevitable hope.
The one that'd made him come so far.
And look now, a passing thought said, how far indeed I've come.
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Author's Note:
oh, prepare for next chapter, it's intense and halfway written.
But I think that, after so many characters, we needed a little quiet moment alone with Trowa :)
Read you soon, very soon!
And thank you for your kind reviews :)