Small story: Fiction
It's raining again.
It's raining again.
I don't remember the last time that it rained so. Not since then. It was never the same. Why does it feel like the same this time though?
It feels like it was in another lifetime altogether, but it isn't so. I'm still me and you're still you. Maybe it doesn't matter now, the person that I was back then is far different from the person that I've become. More so the person that you are now, a stranger in many ways.
A stranger, that's who you were at first. It was in the rains that we first met. It was another day in June, a bright crisp morning, no sign of darkness. But as afternoon approach, so did the clouds. It had only begun to drizzle, You'd extended your hand.
"Ali" you'd greeted.
I looked up into your warm brown eyes. And shyly nodded. You looked like you didn't have a care in the world.A thick strap of leather around your wrist, baggy jeans and a simple black T-shirt. A thin piece of metal dangling around your neck. It was much later that I discovered your name etched on it's back. Much later.
Somehow you managed to take away my shy ways, and made me open up to you. At first I was scared, it had been the first time that I'd voiced my opinions. I never thought that it would matter to another so much. But all that came long after we first met.
It took me a long time to get to know you. It wasn't love at first sight, rather this unexplainable attraction that I denied at first. I couldn't possibly admit it to you. You wouldn't let me see the end of it otherwise. Your ego couldn't have asked for a bigger encouragement.
It was also in the rains that I saw you last. Your eyes so different then. Filled with worry. Was it for me? I couldn't believe that you were standing in front of me. After everything that had happened between us. My heart was thumping wildly, joyfully. You'd cupped my chin with your hand.
" You came," I whispered.
"I had to, this can't go on any longer"
I remained silent. Stumped.
"You've got to know, I'll remember you forever "
"Then why leave? Stay. "
"Please don't crumble my resolve, goodbye."
Your last words, remain in my ears, like echoes of a bell. I can hear those echoes once again. Like the rains had a message for me.
Like they didn't want me to forget.
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