𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛/𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘-𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ

♦Rain♦

I stare at the cloudy sky, which means it's going to rain, the wind will pick up in four minutes and the rain will start, I smile. „You remember the night of the storm, out of nowhere, I remember every detail because I'm perfect.", I laugh. I think about it and move on to the past.

„Somehow the wind is picking up.", John remarks.

„Oh, yes, there will be a storm.", I will answer.

„Can we make it?", he asks, and his eyes shift to my face, waiting for an answer. I take my eyes off my cell phone display and pull my hands down to let him know I'm all his.

„Oh, we're gonna get wet, for sure, but the storm, I don't know, either we make it and get here before the storm starts or we don't make it and the storm catches us nine minutes outside our residence.", I answer him and hide my cell phone, I've got it all sorted anyway, and I solved the murder, I'm just perfect.

„The storm includes rain.", said John uncertainly, oh John, you are wrong again, heh, I love it, at least I can give you more information.

„Yes, but also lightning, I'm talking generally, not just about rain.", I smile a little and look up at the sky, here it comes.

„Oh, sure.", he says, focusing his gaze on the pavement.

The journey didn't seem shorter, and we had been walking for fourteen minutes, the streets were lengthening the time in the evening, but not so much, you look at a few buildings and then you come back to reality, we just go, John's praying we don't make the storm, let alone I'm counting on. The darkness more consumed the city, which was already asleep, and we wandered the streets. The clouds hid the moon, which we could both see now, and the stars too, many of them in the sky as if someone had dumped salt on a table, it was beautiful.

„Beautiful.", I exhale.

„I don't care, but I can rate it.", I exhale and zip up my coat, it's getting cold.

„Yes, and yes, it's beautiful.", John says with a smile.

The first drop that hit my coat, was starting, the rain was heavier and its power was expanding more.

„Well, this will be the rain.", John laughs and buttons up his jacket.

„Yes, we'll be all wet, we have to speed up, otherwise wet clothes will turn into sickness.", I say and lift my head and look up at the sky to see how much time is left in the thunder and lightning.

„It's cold.", John says in a trembling voice and stops in the middle of the sidewalk under a lamppost.

I stop across from him and take off my coat and take it in my right hand and reach out to him.

„Here.", I'll tell him to know I'm not offering, but I order him to take my coat.

„Thank you.", he smiles, and his right-hand reaches for my coat, trembling, sick.

He took my coat and tried to put it on over his jacket, with no result, I stood there for a moment looking at him, he couldn't do it, one last try and then I help him. He hasn't given it, I take the coat and pull my wet hair back from my face so I can see something, then stretch one hand through the sleeve and wipe his face with a scarf, and then the jacket to help me put the coat on, then I take the other sleeve and stretch it over my other hand. Oh, I walked around him and buttoned his coat, smiled, his cheeks red because of the cold and the fog that was forming.

„Better?", I'll ask if I step away from him, the coat was quite big for him, so it was below his knees.

„Oh, yes, thank you.", he laughs, and then his eyes lean on me.

„Won't you be sick?", he asks.

„No, and now we're going, or we won't get home at all, because the fog will increase.", I will say, and I will go further into the streets, John follows me.

We walk the dark streets that form the path to our home, Mr. Hudson is waiting for us with a warm cup of tea and a smile on his face.

„The last turn and there we are.", I'll announce.

As soon as we turned there was thunder, which meant the lightning was coming, John was startled, which amused me.

„I hate storms.", he says in an angry voice and slows down so I can catch up.

„Yes, I know.", I will, and I'll smile. There was another thunder and it was closer, which made John nervous and closer to my body.

„When we get there, I can't see anything through the fog.", he asks in a trembling voice.

„We just cross the sidewalk and walk down the street that connects to ours.", I will answer.

„Good.", he stops and breathes warm air.

„Does your leg hurt?", I asked when I knew he was still in pain, just not showing it.

„No, I'm just tired.", lie.

I went over and put one hand on his chest and part of his hand and the other on my knees, then picked him up.

„Let me go.", he says unkindly.

„Too late, you're up.", I'll answer and then I started walking with him in my arms.

I look around and then I cross the sidewalk, just the street, and then we're home, at our destination. I was soaked and cold and shivering, but as long as John was safe, I smiled. I went through the last lamp and stopped at our door, kneeling so John could reach the ground and open the door.

„Thank you.", he smiled and pulled me into his arms. He took a key from his pocket and slipped it into the lock.

„Um.", I grunt that I understand everything.

„All?", he asks.

„Yes, all of it.", I'll answer and look at the lock to open the door, or I'll be an ice cube.

„Sure.", he understood and opened the door.

„And-.", I wanted to explain that I was going to have to go to bed and sleep, which I didn't, because he quickly turned and pulled me close behind my scarf, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then stepped inside, where he was greeted by Mrs. Hudson, who took off my coat and his jacket and hung it. She greeted us both with a smile.

The rain became heavier and my tear appeared and slid down my cheek. „That's how it all started.", I will, and the second tear will appear. „Here's my coat so you don't get cold.", I say, taking off my coat to cover my friend's grave, rising from the wet earth, and then walking away from the grave where I left his favourite flowers and my coat to keep his grave from getting wet.

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♦𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓: 𝑨𝒎𝒚𝑴-𝑷♦