Hi guys!! I know I've been completely off the radar, but I wanted to drop by and explain why. Online lectures are not something my faculty is used to, so I've been swarmed with essays, group projects and the like for the last month or so, and to make matters worse, finals are only two weeks away.
Finals and studying for them are leaving me drained, but still I will try to keep up to date a decent schedule (as much as I can).
That being said, I will be reblogging some of my old AUs, and I'll start taking props for drabbles and similar stuff from time to time, so if you wanna drop by my asks with ideas, I'll write little by little. Following a plot line is kinda difficult in the current situation 😅.
Stay safe everyone! And I'll come back full force after finals!! See you soon!
Walking through the wet streets of the city felt a bit alien today. The denim jacket on your shoulders was by no means warm enough, and it had been a while since you’d felt the tightness in your cheeks, the bite of the cold wind in the shell of your ears bringing you back from the clouds.
Rain fell unapologetically, hitting your umbrella with a strength you didn’t have yourself. What would you give to have something to hold onto, to ground you.
Hundreds of people milling about, moving around you, fast and self-centered. It was only when rain fell that people tended to mind their own business, too occupied leaving the cold embrace of the droplets of rain, hurrying home, to their families. Alone in a strange country, rain was your ally. The city completely transformed into grey. The colours dimmed and every sound came to your ears muted as if hearing it while your head is submerged in water. It was so calming, so soothing. The sound of the rain filled your heart, your soul, so fully. Sometimes that emotion escaped through your eyes in the form of tears, tears that slipped down your face and turned themselves into raindrops under the watchful eye of nobody.
Today was one of those days when rain falls in small, sweet sheets, you can see it falling in front of your umbrella while you stand in the middle of the park, leafs falling around you, almost as if it’s snowing. Their movement is soft until they hit the ground, moving side to side, sliding delicately down from the trees, as if they have all the time in the world. Rain forms a small shiny patina over the fallen leaves, minuscule dew droplets, and you wonder. You wonder how you can feel so comfortable alone in the rain. You wonder how much longer will you stay rooted to the spot, hypnotized by the falling rain, and feeling your soul tremble with each drop touching the cobbled street.
A set of footsteps can suddenly be heard in the distance. It is still mumbled, muted and soft, but you hear it. The steps are slow but secure, definitive. The person walking on those shoes is a person who knows where they are going, and yet, they are taking their sweet time to get there. Something is stopping you from turning around and watch this person. You’d like to think it is the rain, that and its anonymous effect. As the downpour is giving you the cover you desperately needed among so many people, it is doing the same job for this stranger, and you don’t want to intrude in their solitude.
You don’t need fret, though because they say destiny works in weird ways. Your ears perk as the sound of the footsteps gets closer and closer. You may as well resemble a statue in the middle of the park, unmoving and cold, but warm at the same time.
It’s not strange though that this person runs straight into you, throwing your umbrella to the floor, and taking with it the cover you’d been hiding under.
Looking up, you see a tall man, covered completely by a long coat, a scarf, and a beanie. It is a stark contrast with your shivering self, only clad in a denim jacket and your thoughts. He starts apologising immediately, taking his headphones from his ears with one hand while bending to pick up your umbrella with the other. His voice is deep and clear, in spite of the many barriers impeding the sound. You get the message, but you don’t move a muscle. The umbrella is back over your head, now covering the two of you, and the man, seeing you shivering in front of him, reaches a warm hand towards you and makes you hold the umbrella. Your brows furrow in puzzlement. The feeling of his hand in yours was so familiar, and yet you were almost a hundred percent sure you hadn’t met this man in your life. Such was his presence that you’d have remembered.
So focused on analysing your feelings for the man, you don’t notice how he unwraps the scarf from around his neck and throws it over you, assaulting you now with a sweet yet strong smell. Your senses are overflowing with the stimuli, this man is a walking contradiction. His steps, his voice, his acts. His dimpled smile. He’s looking at you as if he knows who you are, a sense of familiarity can be seen in his dark eyes, absorbing every little gesture of you with such intensity that it leaves your knees weak. His smile is so clear, so trusting, that you are tempted to tell him that so much trust will lead nowhere, but you hold your tongue. He is an old soul, you can feel it, and the fact that he chooses to trust is proof enough.
His hands are now approaching your face, your ears and suddenly you hear the melody he had been listening. Would someone welcome me? Maybe embrace my weary body. The lyrics come to you in his sweet voice and you don’t dare to ask, in case this moment passes. You don’t feel alone anymore, looking at him. You feel as if you’ve found a kindred soul.
Rain keeps falling, you feel the music, and you feel him. Now the rain is not hiding you, the rain is not giving you cover, because you can’t keep your head down if you want to look at him, at his kind eyes and bright smile. So you keep your head held high and let rain embrace the both of you.
A/N: I wanted to write something inspired by Forever Rain since mono. came out and what a better occasion than its anniversary? Tell me what you think and let’s chat!! I love you all
