Dec 2012
He stood outside while the rain soaked through his clothes and into his bones. He didn't even seem to notice the water tearing his eyes and dripping from his ears. Still as stone, he waited with patience. Like it was nothing to just wait. Like the rain didn't matter. From the look on his face, it might rain for days, weeks even, before he would notice the state he was in. Even then, it would not matter to him. He could be patient. Great discipline had taught him to weather any circumstance, that eventually the reward would come. So, he stood, statuesque and perfect, even if he was a mess. He'd held flowers once, but they had long since been discarded. Somewhere. For all he knew, he had dropped them next to himself years ago and was now standing in the flower garden which had sprung from them. A mere lawn ornament. Still he stood.
And then the door opened. He realized he had forgotten to knock, when a shocked and beautifully scarred face met his stony, dampened, perfectly patient gaze. She stepped out into the rain. Like it wasn't even falling. Maybe she had caused its seizure, because the closer she came, the warmer he felt. She was the answer to a question he didn't even think to ask when he'd met her. And there she was, as close as she'd been in months. Suddenly everything would be alright. Life made sense again.
She stopped just before him, the most beautiful creature in his world, and stared up at him.
"I had given up hope that you would ever darken my doorstep again, but I knew it was you. You didn't even knock and I knew you were there. Why? Why now, after all this time?"
All he could do was stare for a moment. Lost in her eyes. Eyes that told stories no writer could possibly dream up. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice. It was music. The grandest symphony ever written. It nearly brought him to tears.
"How could I stay away? I tried to ignore it. I tried to shut it out. I tried a thousand ways to forget, but the truth is, I know you. I've always known you. And from the day we met, I've loved you. How could I just forget that?"
She grinned and dazzled him, then stood on tiptoes and kissed him with all the heat, and all the passion, and every fiber in her being. The kind of kiss that made them both dizzy and weak.
"Come inside. Out of the rain."
And then the door opened. He realized he had forgotten to knock, when a shocked and beautifully scarred face met his stony, dampened, perfectly patient gaze. She stepped out into the rain. Like it wasn't even falling. Maybe she had caused its seizure, because the closer she came, the warmer he felt. She was the answer to a question he didn't even think to ask when he'd met her. And there she was, as close as she'd been in months. Suddenly everything would be alright. Life made sense again.
She stopped just before him, the most beautiful creature in his world, and stared up at him.
"I had given up hope that you would ever darken my doorstep again, but I knew it was you. You didn't even knock and I knew you were there. Why? Why now, after all this time?"
All he could do was stare for a moment. Lost in her eyes. Eyes that told stories no writer could possibly dream up. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice. It was music. The grandest symphony ever written. It nearly brought him to tears.
"How could I stay away? I tried to ignore it. I tried to shut it out. I tried a thousand ways to forget, but the truth is, I know you. I've always known you. And from the day we met, I've loved you. How could I just forget that?"
She grinned and dazzled him, then stood on tiptoes and kissed him with all the heat, and all the passion, and every fiber in her being. The kind of kiss that made them both dizzy and weak.
"Come inside. Out of the rain."
