I jerked
away rather awkwardly and walked off toward the living room. Klaus stayed in
the kitchen. As I lay on the couch, my eyes closed, I heard him rustling
around. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized what he was doing-
he was cleaning up everything I had knocked onto the floor. Papers shuffled and
the iron fruit bowl made a slight clink
noise as he set it back on the counter. I rolled over onto my side and faced
the back of the couch. Even though my eyes were shut they felt heavy with
exhaustion. I let myself drift off to sleep with slight noise coming from the
kitchen. The noise comforted me for some reason and yet it also left me with a
bit of unease. I knew Klaus would always be there for me, which was comforting.
But would I always be there for him? I didn’t want to leave him to clean up my mess
time and time again.
I tossed and
turned as nightmares hid in all the shadows of my mind. Suddenly, I jolted
upright, my sweaty gooseflesh stuck to the leather. I looked around and saw
Klaus slumped over in the chair, his breathing quiet and soft. I noticed he had
covered me with a blanket before dozing off himself. My feet shifted to the
floor, the wood cold against the bottom. I stood and moved the blanket to cover
Klaus before I left the room. My gaze shifted to the big bay window, the
moonlight glittering off the rain that was steadily pouring out of the sky. I
walked out onto the porch, letting my hand reach out and the droplets spilled
onto my palm and between my fingers. Slowly, I took a step forward and out onto
the steps. I instantly felt the rain soak me to the bone- how I had missed the
sweet romance of the rain.
Before I
knew it, I was running across the sopping-wet lawn in my bare feet, my toes
making impressions in the mud and a smile spread across my lips. I hadn’t felt
like this in so long that my muscles ached with every step, but I couldn’t stop
running. The rain hit my face with such force that I just assumed is had been
absorbed into my skin. Sodden clothes clung to my body and I knew my hair was
plastered against my head. When I had finally stopped, by body throbbing in
pain, I looked around and had no clue where I was. The rain created a curtain
that was impossible to push through. I found a bench and sat down to listen. I
listened to the sound of the night-the rain pounding against the pavement, the
bench, the sound of crickets chirping so lightly that if you hadn’t been
listening you would have easily overlooked it.
I remembered
what it had felt like when I first fell in love with the rain. It was a day
when the sun shone brightly but the sky opened up to unleash a torrential
downpour. We were walking together, Cain and I, my hand wrapped gently in his.
He turned to me, his eyes reflecting the smile he had across his entire face.
“Are you
ready to make your dream come true?” He asked me.
I smiled
because I knew exactly what he was asking. I only nodded and he leaned in,
pressing his tender lips against mine- our first kiss and it had been the most
romantic and innocent thing in the world.
That
thought, of course, led me to think about when we had stayed after school to
work out together. I had run outside with him chasing after me. When he finally
caught me, he pulled me into him, our sweatshirts soaking wet and our hoods
dripping water into our eyes. He pressed me against the side of the building,
the valley of the roof creating a waterfall right down over us. I smiled as he
kissed me deeply and then practically tore both of our hoods off, letting the
rain come over and around and between us- the freshness of it enveloped us, the
chill of the water hitting out skin.
I knew tears
were falling, but nobody was around to see them. My heart ached and I cried out
in the deafening silence of the night. I screamed so much that my throat felt
raw and the tears just kept coming. My whole life was unraveling. No, it
wasn’t. Because it was never coiled in the first place- only slightly bound
together with hopes and dreams that would never come true
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