First time I've written in... Over a month at least. Just a letter of gratitude for the rain
Buddie - est. relationship - 401 words - written at midnight
He feels the rain but he doesn't, can trace the aquatic impact along his skin as if he's bubble wrap, deflating, and yet can't fathom the fall and the drip. What does it mean to be wet? It feels like there's a waterproof barrier stretched tight across his skin- or rather, harsh across his bones, leaving him hollow.
Reality blurs, runs like paint. A Dali rendition in the flesh. He's spinning out, closes his eyes and focuses, wants to sense every rain drop as just that- just another drop of water. It was a refreshing chill, a brightening new scent, resuscitation, the earth feeding, breathing.
Buck breathes with it. Feels himself start to settle a little, although the bees within his chest buzz for need to carry on with life, he still forces himself to sit and allow himself to take this in. This was the world taking a breath, replenishing, and letting go. If he was alone, he'd flop back across the bench, let the clouds shower his face, absorb it's sorrows, let them filter through and refract back into positivity. Just another blade of grass in the downpour.
They were all part of microcosmos of the planet in this spinning clockwork of universes. He's alive. He's here.
"Hey," the voice shakes him out of the stupor but he's not quite ready to let go of this serenity yet, wishes he could physically hold on to the rain, to every little droplet hitting his skin, cold through the fabric of his t-shirt.
"You coming?" Eddie urges, as he grabs the last glass off the backyard table, Buck's half full lemonade and already stepping back towards the house where everyone had fled to as the sky started to spill.
"It's raining," Eddie continues, as if that was reason to go into hiding from the world.
Buck can't help his faint smile, but he doesn't know how to put this into words, so all he does is assures his partner with a quiet, "In a minute."
He doesn't mind this being as a solitary experience. Eddie never seemed to like water much, rather hanging out on shore while Buck took to the waves on a board, but Eddie's suddenly a backing warmth, hand wrapping on Buck's shoulder. Buck tips his head back against Eddie's chest, and let's himself be grounded, silently. For once, at peace with his mind and the world, wholly.