I hear the shower stop running and I take a robe, wrapping it around my body. I go to the window and sit on the sill, looking outside.
It's raining again. I love these weather. It makes me feel not so alone in all of this. That the sky is crying too and I am not the only one, crying from the inside. Thunder strikes and I open the windows, inhaling the rainy scent and I close my eyes. Listen to the rain sounds, and the cold air on my face.
For a moment, I forget where I am.
He comes from the shower, stark naked. I look at him. He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. He has no issue with being alone, he is perfect. Except for the scar that's running from the back to his hip.
I don't know the story to that, but I do know he doesn't like me touching it, or even talking about it. From the look on his face, he is not in his best moods right now.
I sigh and look outside again. The stormy skies remind me of chase. How could I be so stupid?
