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sentences in double quotes are conversations while in single quote are thoughts
She finds him drenched with rain, just knowing she couldn't leave him behind.
The sound of clapping thunder echoed throughout the heavens, ringing loudly in her ears as well, bringing forth soft shivers that coursed down her spine at the roaring noise.
As a child, the sound had brought her a lot of joys, but now she only felt the slight reminiscence as an effect; A little pleasure and nothing more.
Just barely creeping past the dry safety beneath the coverage under the classic, black umbrella, her empty hand sneaked out to feel the rain.
The cool droplets that landed on her outstretched hand felt relaxing and made her smile daintily as the chilly freshness of the wet touch felt good against her warm palm.
Hearing sounds of splashes and squealing, she then began to take notice of the rest of the world around her, and as she looked about, she saw countless people struggling to find safety from the falling crystalline droplets.
Admittedly, they reminded her of a frenzied colony of ants, scattering and running in all directions after someone disturbed their calculatedly built dirt homes, and she found a frail amusement at the sight.
As her eyes carried on from viewing the fleeting people with interest, they soon stopped on a sole figure.
She had noticed that all but one person remained concerned by the rainfall, his features somewhat familiar.
He didn't bother to run off for safety, or even look up at the murky skies and heavy clouds in the same wonder as she had. Instead, he remained motionless and still, caught beneath the downpour and stationed under a thin, young tree.
Curiously, she watched him sit alone as he was accompanied by no other soul at his side. He was paid no heed by anyone but herself, almost like he was an invisible entity to the rest of the world, living between the spaces of reality for everyone else.
She could see why he wasn't their concern, because he probably wasn't a priority to others as they focused more on scattering away to safety.
In fact, she too should have been amongst the crowd to find shelter. She should have also been urged to make her way home, or at least make her way into a building, but she couldn't walk past him, especially not after she had caught sight of him.
There was a great 'should be' that had been taken into consideration and yet, she stayed, keeping her same glance towards the lonesome man because, in all honesty, she couldn't pretend he didn't exist.
Beneath what little coverage the young tree gave him, he remained isolated from the world with only himself and his thoughts, and often, she wondered just how much burden weighed over his presently slumped shoulders when all he did was remain silent, mainly keeping to himself like a lone wolf.
When she'd catch sight of him she would wonder just what lay beyond the depths of those pretty, yet melancholic black eyes.
What made him sit alone for so long?
What made that heart-wrenching look in those lovely hues come forth like heavy tidal waves?
What did he keep quiet?
As for now, the beautiful drops were set downcast, hidden beneath a curtain of dampened hair. They weren't visible to her, and yet, she already knew the dull look that marred them was present because it had been engraved in her memory now, causing ripples in her heart at the recollection.
Soon, not a single part of him was untouched by the outdoor showers. Easily slipping past the futile coverage of the adolescent sapling, showers of drizzle stained his clothes and riddled them with dark, little spots until the fabrics of his attire became doused in cool precipitation.
His long, dark hair was also soaked, beginning to stick to the sides of his face like a second skin.
Overall, he seemed fully crestfallen as little by little he became drenched with earthy tears making the sight of him be one that should be seen through a black and white filter, and displayed as a piece of art for the world to question; Showcased for the population to ask the questions she did every day.
They would ask what made him sit alone for so long. They'd wonder if there was heavier rainfall deep within his being, one that made the physical downpour happening in the real world seem trivial at best.
The rest of the onlookers would wonder why he was so lonesome? But most of all, ask;
Who is that man?
Not his name, but his story.
A magnetic force far greater than her drew her to him, compelling her to come near, so slowly she approached him, inching little by little towards the solitary soldier, all while anxiously clutching her umbrella with her slightly raised right arm.
She hadn't a clue as to what she would say, what excuse to give him for her intrusion of his bubble of isolation.
The strange force controlling her moved her forward, all without a true reason or explanation, causing her body to react quicker than she could process her reasoning.
The controlling power made her legs move as she glued her brown colored eyes to him fiercely, focusing on nothing but the drenched soul.
Within a short minute or two, she found herself near him, just at his side, and slowly, she sat beside him, holding the spread-out umbrella above him too, because in truth she had no trouble in sharing, especially when it was with him.
It had taken her a while to realize how little she minded, much more, that she had been doing such a thing in the first place.
In the end, everything that had been hers was easily at his use and it wasn't because that's the way she had decided it, but rather, it was just as the universe told her to do.
As she made herself comfortable beside him she said nothing, remaining silent without saying a single word of address to the man because she knew that he was a silent person, and more likely to respond in short words, sometimes with only a single sound of address, and truthfully, nothing more was needed.
She didn't mind his quietness, because to her, silence spoke more than a million words could, moreover, she believed in actions themselves.
In her case, she hadn't dared to speak out loud of her affections, nor utter the concerns she felt for him, instead, she found simple gestures that let those emotions be known.
Despite not knowing the words to speak in regards to the growing endearment she had developed for him, she had found small actions that relieved her heart's plea to touch him in any sort of way it could.
Finally acknowledging her and breaking out of his lonesome thoughts, he looked up at her with a lackluster dullness in his eyes, and as she expected he said nothing in return.
Nonetheless, she gave him a smile in return, offering her own type of greeting and hoping that the simple, quiet greeting was enough for him.
At certain moments he'd offer her back what would constitute a smile. It was typically a very subtle uplift of the corners of his lips, just enough to note a change in his expression.
It wasn't much to begin with, but the expression caused her heart to grow light because the expression let her know that he was capable of a look beside pained sorrow.
His soft smile gave her the hope that one day the sullen look he formed so frequently would only be a distant memory.
He shifted slightly, leaving more space for her to invade, and with gratitude, she took the golden opportunity to come closer. With an enthusiasm that was emphasized with a light dust of pink to her cheeks, she found herself right at his side, just barely touching shoulders with him.
Upon her movements and formed expression of elatedness, the ends of his mouth slowly inched upwards into a delicate show of warmth and fondness from his own part.
He had produced another smile, one that was even more striking than the last one he'd gifted her, and perhaps it was just her, but it seemed as though with each time he showed the world that little expression, he showcased a more improved version.
It was almost like he was perfecting it with every attempt and while his smile was inconsistent and gradually growing brighter, what was unchanging was that there was always a fluttering at her core, making her feel delightfully lighthearted and fuzzy.
It was a feeling that with every passing moment she stayed by him, spread over her body further.
She did nothing but sit with him, barely touching shoulders while sharing the small space.
By then, it was just the two of them surrounded by scarcely falling rain and nothing more than the descending precipitation making commotion.
The streets were empty and had been for a while, as were the sidewalks and park, making her feel like she was the only person that existed beside him.
'A world with just Raghav and me?' She thought with a shy smile, playing with the idea of being huddled up with him for a bit longer, but as she ventured more into the idea, a warm touch brought her back to reality.
As the warm hand touched hers, it roused a little tingle down her spine, immediately forcing a soft gasp from her, and when she realized what had grazed over her skin, her cheeks brightly glowed like ripe tomatoes on early harvest. His hand had just barely touched her curled fingers, making her eyes quickly shoot over to his.
Noticing how close his face had come to her, to the point of practically sharing the same breath for a few short seconds, she stayed frozen in surprise.
He didn't make a move to retreat, nor go closer to her, making her heart grow anxious with wait until he took the same hand, running it along the side of her face with a sole finger picking at fallen strands, gently tucking them behind her heated ears.
He eyed the rosy color on her cheeks with amusement, then decided to speak, "You're glowing." he said softly, accompanied by a short chuckle, making her still heart gear up into a full jumpstart.
"It's cute." he added, using his other hand to take a hold of the umbrella's holder, taking possession of it and beginning to stand at his full height.
She remained sitting, dumbly watching him until he pulled her up with him by taking her hand.
As soon as she had risen to her feet, he wrapped an arm around her waist, easily bringing her close to him, and with the new position, she was perfectly safe from the remaining downpour with the close, unexpected snuggle.
"I think it's about time we go back... mind if we go together?" he offered her, to which she couldn't oppose.
She loved being held within his big, strong arms, so as they made their way back home to RR Mansion, she couldn't have felt more right, almost as though she was already at home to begin with.
Halfway through the trip, her eyes led up to the earth's atmosphere where high up above her was a small split in the sky, and wedged right in between the large, dark clouds was a seep of bright light shining through.
The sun softly beamed down, making its existence known to the world, something he too noted.
Far beyond the gloomy skies, laid the sun in wait, making her eyes glow with tenderness.
'There is something beyond those dark skies, something warm and sunny... and if it's anything as warm as his body is next to mine... I want it to last forever.' She thought with budding hope.
She was beaming with joy, having it written over her face, and then without a single thought, she voiced her musing,
"The sun will come out eventually." She said optimistically in an almost too soft tone as she stayed looking up at the yet-to-clear sky, and at the sight, he snickered.
Looking down at the gentle smile playing over her lips, he felt more warmth spread through his own body, and he wondered how she did that. How did she always make even the most somber day filled with color and light?
Once again his gaze drifted up towards the dull sky, remaining there before something strange overcame him, starting right at the pit of his stomach and traveling up to his throat and out his mouth.
He let come forth a strong belly laugh, astonished at the world, but more importantly, awestruck by her.
When she heard his booming sound of amusement, she quickly looked up at him, mesmerized by the obvious glow in his features before the same feeling hit her.
She then giggled, accompanying him in his amusement, forgetting about everything else in the world.
All the concerns she had felt before were irrelevant and seemed to be a thing of the distant past as the moment of bliss felt everlasting.
In truth, she didn't know why it was funny, or why he had even burst with amusement to begin with.
Heck, she didn't know why she was laughing herself.
She only understood that something about the sound of his voice making such a rare and beautiful sound caused her to float up to cloud nine.
They probably looked like a couple of idiots laughing for no practical reason whatsoever.
Then, there was the fact that he was completely drenched, yet under an umbrella while the rain was already letting up. Anyone else would wonder what difference it made now to stand under the coverage, not understanding the true beauty of it.
As for her, he couldn't emphasize how perfect she looked, the woman being practically flawless, yet at his side.
She hadn't made a peep, or protested at having a man that was practically soaked through the bone hold her little body so close. She didn't seem bothered by it in the least bit, and yet again he thought of all her perfection.
He thought of all that made her simply amazing down to something as simple as sharing her plain umbrella.
'The sun will come out eventually, right?' He asked himself, dying down to a small snort.
'No... I think it already has.' he added, still entranced by every single detail of her lovely face as it settled down from her joyous giggling.
He had found her comment to be so stupidly fitting that it was almost cheesy, but he couldn't be bothered by it.
He couldn't tell if she was being metaphorical with her almost silent words, but it was not like it mattered anyway. He didn't need the motivation or push because he wasn't in need of saving anymore.
That part of him had been lived through and conquered, and he was certain of it.
Instead, there was something else that made him stay awake now, invading his every thought, and she had a name.
A beautiful name.
Pallavi Raghav Rao.
It had been just the two of them huddled together beneath a single umbrella and on a straight path home.
The streets were still empty, making him feel like she was the only person that existed right there at his side.
With the expression of jovial hope, she looked straightforward, making him want to continue towards the same path and feed off of the warm delights she brought him.
The sun was surely out, shining brightly over his once dark skies, but instead of it overlooking the world with its glory, it had manifested into a single person, right at his side and at his fingertips.
He could touch this sun, feel its warmth and enjoy it wholeheartedly, and god, did he love her.
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REEM
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