He had always loved the rain and she had always loved him, so when he watched it with his heart in his eyes, she glared as it fell. She wanted him to look at her with that secret smile that he gave to the sky as it washed the world clean.
She had once asked him what was so great about it anyway, and he had told her, with a laugh hidden in the corner of his lips, that rain made everything it touched more beautiful. She remembered his words one day as she glared at yet another downpour. It was then that she had an idea.
Outside, she walked for what felt like and eternity. Her hair looked like a dark waterfall and her makeup was long since washed away, and when she felt as though the rain had soaked into every single pore, she found herself standing in his front yard. He opened the door before she could knock, just as she had known he would. His eyes were always turned outwards when it rained.
Before he could speak, she asked him, "Do you think I am beautiful?"
Without a pause, he replied. "Yes."
With a satisfied smile, she settled herself down onto the wet grass and prepared to wait.
His forehead then wrinkled in concern. "You should come in. You'll get cold."
"I shall have to get used to it at some point. I am going to spending a lot of time in the rain."
He sat himself down beside her with confusion written on his face. "You hate the rain."
"Well, not anymore of course. How could I continue to hate something that made me beautiful to you?" Seeing he was still confused, she continued. "I mean, I have always wanted you to love me like you love the rain. I never did understand what made you like it so much, but it makes your eyes brim with promises, so I will sit in it for as long as it is around." Her face was set in determination, but suddenly his mouth split in a grin, and it made her forget to breathe.
"You don't get it, do you?"
It was her turn to look confused. "I thought I finally understood."
"Not at all."
"What part did I get wrong?"
"I only ever loved the rain because it reminded me of you."
She had once asked him what was so great about it anyway, and he had told her, with a laugh hidden in the corner of his lips, that rain made everything it touched more beautiful. She remembered his words one day as she glared at yet another downpour. It was then that she had an idea.
Outside, she walked for what felt like and eternity. Her hair looked like a dark waterfall and her makeup was long since washed away, and when she felt as though the rain had soaked into every single pore, she found herself standing in his front yard. He opened the door before she could knock, just as she had known he would. His eyes were always turned outwards when it rained.
Before he could speak, she asked him, "Do you think I am beautiful?"
Without a pause, he replied. "Yes."
With a satisfied smile, she settled herself down onto the wet grass and prepared to wait.
His forehead then wrinkled in concern. "You should come in. You'll get cold."
"I shall have to get used to it at some point. I am going to spending a lot of time in the rain."
He sat himself down beside her with confusion written on his face. "You hate the rain."
"Well, not anymore of course. How could I continue to hate something that made me beautiful to you?" Seeing he was still confused, she continued. "I mean, I have always wanted you to love me like you love the rain. I never did understand what made you like it so much, but it makes your eyes brim with promises, so I will sit in it for as long as it is around." Her face was set in determination, but suddenly his mouth split in a grin, and it made her forget to breathe.
"You don't get it, do you?"
It was her turn to look confused. "I thought I finally understood."
"Not at all."
"What part did I get wrong?"
"I only ever loved the rain because it reminded me of you."
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