DEAR DILUC diluc ragnvindr

rain.

Dear Diluc,

Is the sound of the rain familiar to you? The soft patter on the roof and windows, does it make you feel at home?

For me, it's something I never want to remember. It carries hundreds of memories, all painful and hard to think about. It's like a painting you don't want to see because you're too afraid of the feelings it would bring back.

But at the same time, it's beautiful, and in the end, I can't avoid it. I will always hear the damaging moments engraved in them, but I will also hear the comforting splatter that comes with.

Sincerely, Y/n.

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"Y/n, look at me." Diluc shook the girl gently. His brows were furrowed and his eyes had gone unusually wide.

The girl, as if coming back to her senses, felt a slow chill go up her spine. "Diluc?"

"Here," He assured her, rubbing her back softly. "I'm here."

She breathed in his sweet scent of burning wood and cinnamon while he tightly wrapped his arms around her, as if trying to stop her from leaving. She would act like that every time it rained. Even if her body sat there, it felt like she had ran far, far away.

"Where have you gone to?" He mumbled, thinking she couldn't hear.

"I haven't." She replied, surprised. "I'm right here."

Diluc closed his eyes, resting his chin on her shoulder, and he felt like he was the one being consoled. "You have. You've gone too far away."

No matter how many times it happened, he couldn't get used to it. It always frightened Diluc in a way he couldn't put into words.

He was afraid that one day, she would be out of his reach.