Rain
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
796
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Rain
"Where are you going?" The clipped tone should not have come as a surprise, he mused.
"Out." A maddening calm, yet icy enough to rankle his nerves.
"It's pouring." A simple statement of the obvious.
"Yes."
"Will you be back?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
The door clicked behind him sharply as he stepped out into the deluge. Soaked almost instantly, he hunkered down in his jacket, silently cursing the rain, himself, the stupid fight. It was pointless, really. Neither could even remember exactly what had started it, he supposed. An offhand comment, meant in jest, stretching already frayed nerves and he had snapped. Just like that. They hadn't exchanged more than the basest pleasantries for two days now, and the silence had become oppressive, stifling the air between them. At least there was freshness in the rain.
He walked on, meandering really, no destination other than away from home, from the silence that threatened to suffocate him. The rain fell heavier, pelting him with fat drops. Raising his face to the sky, he drank in the sweetness like a child. Tasted salt, tears of frustration mingling with icy water, cleansing, purifying until the bitterness was gone and all that remained was a melancholy calm.
The storm was lessening, little more than a light shower as he reached for the doorknob. Stepped inside to the offer of a towel and the barest of smiles. The silence was still there, but, like the storm, slowly lessening in intensity "“ the bitterness and animosity washing away in the rain like the dust on the street, an offer of hope and renewal in its wake.
"Out." A maddening calm, yet icy enough to rankle his nerves.
"It's pouring." A simple statement of the obvious.
"Yes."
"Will you be back?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
The door clicked behind him sharply as he stepped out into the deluge. Soaked almost instantly, he hunkered down in his jacket, silently cursing the rain, himself, the stupid fight. It was pointless, really. Neither could even remember exactly what had started it, he supposed. An offhand comment, meant in jest, stretching already frayed nerves and he had snapped. Just like that. They hadn't exchanged more than the basest pleasantries for two days now, and the silence had become oppressive, stifling the air between them. At least there was freshness in the rain.
He walked on, meandering really, no destination other than away from home, from the silence that threatened to suffocate him. The rain fell heavier, pelting him with fat drops. Raising his face to the sky, he drank in the sweetness like a child. Tasted salt, tears of frustration mingling with icy water, cleansing, purifying until the bitterness was gone and all that remained was a melancholy calm.
The storm was lessening, little more than a light shower as he reached for the doorknob. Stepped inside to the offer of a towel and the barest of smiles. The silence was still there, but, like the storm, slowly lessening in intensity "“ the bitterness and animosity washing away in the rain like the dust on the street, an offer of hope and renewal in its wake.