I stood out on the balcony, fury rushing through me. Cole and I had recently argued about a suicidal mission he wanted to take on. There wasn't much to see since it was dark and cloudy from the storm that was forming above. Below me, cars drove by in a hurry. Probably husbands rushing home to their children and wives after a long day at work. I continued to stand and stare, the fury slowly leaving me, letting my mind drift to different thoughts. Not too long later, drops of water fell on the tip of my nose and then on my hand. Slowly but surely, the rain started to pour more and more. It didn't bother me though. I loved the rain. My mind wandered to scenes in old movies where the main characters were outside in the pouring rain having the most romantic kiss of all time. I thought about how great it would be to then come inside and sit in a corner by the window with some warm coffee or tea and of course, a book to read whilst the sound of the rain drumming on the windows relaxed my mind. That thought was interrupted by a knock. "You're going to get sick." it was Cole. He smiled awkwardly, probably because we had argued. I just turned my back on him and looked down as if the cars below were more interesting than him. Unexpectedly, his two strong arms grabbed me from behind and picked me up. I screamed, but the scream turned into a laughed. It was now pouring, and we were both soaked to the bone. We didn't care. Cole was laughing too, I noticed when he put me down. Still smiling widely, I looked up into his stunning icy blue eyes. He was smiling too. I looked at him longingly, wanting to kiss him regardless of what had happened earlier. Immediately after, Cole pulled me into a kiss, and I didn't push him away. I pushed myself deeper into Cole's body, feeling his cold, wet clothes on my skin. I didn't want the moment to end. The whole world around me faded. The sound of traffic, the rain, everything just disappeared. All I cared about was him. I pulled away from him. Cole's face showed shock but also longingness. "I love you Samantha. I'll always love you. Never forget that." "I love you too idiot." I replied just before I pulled him back into a deep, passionate kiss. I was never happier than now.
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Short StoryI decided to write a series of short stories/scenes based on aesthetic pictures my friends sent me. I'll always have the aesthetic picture it's based on above the text. I hope you love them.