Raining YouA Story by Marshmaro"She dreams of the comical and impossible; of the strange and scary."Stay
a while and look closely. There
she goes again. That strange little lady is walking through the rain with her
head down and her shoulders slumped as she frantically tries to avoid the
stares of the passers-by, observing with a tint of wonder in their hearts.
She’s not looking. She’s not talking. Just staring at the ground aimlessly as
she tries to reach her destination, soaking wet from head to toe as creases
start to form on her uniform. Have
you looked closely? Good, a smile’s starting to form on your face You
smile mildly, careful not to let her see because her silent walk and empty eyes
hide a slow dance through the pitter-patter of the droplets from the sky. She
looks frantic and troubled, but she would laugh. Oh, how delighted she would
be! When she laughs after getting through the rain, there are no regrets. And
you smile knowing that because that’s how she is. Then
she digs her phone out of her pocket. It was a cheap phone, not too expensive
and a dying breed at this day and age. Her fingers move through the keypad. You
wonder who she’s texting. She looks stressed and tired, but nonetheless,
content. She was responsible and kind and endearing, as she tries to contact
her superior because she knew him and he knew her, and she was his chosen assistant.
And it made her weak, it made her burdened, but she does it, anyway. She
contacts her co-workers, announces schedules, organizes the attendance of each
and everyone, and the screen of her phone gets wet and dirty with fingerprints,
but she’s fine. Your
smile twitches for a little bit, pity taking over you, but then you remember
that she loves adventure. And
she doesn’t bring umbrellas because the rain will always be an adventure. She
tenderly blossoms into a lovely young lady, as elegant as a garden of roses;
happy as the sunflowers; pure as the snowdrops and then you watch. You keep
watching. She runs through the hallways of the university, late for class and
she runs late to work. Exhausted and sleepy as she yawns and complains for her
inability to sleep at night, her mind insisting her to wake up at 2am and
browse through the internet, watch videos, play games, talk to close friends
who are still awake, tell herself stories, and sing lullabies until she falls
asleep at 4am where she dreams. She dreams of the comical and impossible; of
the strange and scary. You
pause. You hold a hand to your heart. Then
she dreams of you. Always you. At the end of the day, it’s still just you. And
you keep watching from afar, afraid of what she would say when she catches you
looking. Caring. Loving. And you hope she doesn’t and she’s blind and dense and
witty and happy without you. And she doesn’t notice you. She won’t notice you. Because
she knows. As she walks through the rain over and over. She knows. That
once upon a time before the world ends, you’d be back with an umbrella and
you’d walk home together again. And
she’ll shake her head and laugh and call you weird, a sparkle in her eyes and a
tinge of happiness in her heart, before closing the umbrella as she takes you
by the hand and you run through the rain together. Because
you stayed a while and looked closely. © 2017 Marshmaro |
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Added on April 25, 2017 Last Updated on April 25, 2017 Tags: love, chances, hope, faith, friendship, importance, emotions, angst, fluff, romance AuthorMarshmaroQuezon City, NCR, PhilippinesAboutOriginally a writer from fanfiction and wordpress. Young at age, but striving to convey thoughts into words, as to speak is a difficult task. more..Writing
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