My PauStell Munchkins | StellJun

Vinyl of Memories

Summary: Just Stell during rainy days... I'm lazy thinking a summary so yeah (LOL)

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otes: This is unedited. Expect a lot of grammatical error. I'll get back to this once may time na.

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THERE were no thunders nor lightning outside but harsh winds who blows away those tiny raindrops and eventually will prick a skin once it landed on someone. Those droplets can be seen as it swayed into the air and it can also be called as flame gracefully sits in his eyes for a mere second before it vanishes thoroughly.

He's in front of the window, watching the rain and is trying to hold a grip at his golden chain necklace-a symbol of once love, friendship and commitment. He never tore his gaze into the window, watching carefully how the wet frames protected him from the rain itself. His eyes the trailed on the road where he used to play in the rain before and though it's not really advisable, he still ran eagerly.

Maybe it was just his eyes but he saw himself outside, running in circles, laughing at someone behind and then he slipped but he gets up again. Someone catches his pace; a man in a black and blonde hair. He chuckles as he fell again into the drenched ground and almost scream the hell out of him the moment a lightning strikes above.

"Hoy! Bumalik ka rito, Paulo!" He can hear his own voice screaming happily.

"Ikaw itong naunang lumusong sa ulan." Paulo blurted out. "Habol, Stell. Habulin mo ako!"

"Kapag ikaw nahabol ko, lagot ka sa'kin!" He threatened and not that long, he catches Paulo's hand and grabbed the other man towards him. "Huli ka, balbon!"

Paulo tried to squirm away from him but to no avail. "Awit! Ang daya mo!"

He snorted. "Oi, anong madaya? Linyahan ng mga talunan?"

Paulo giggles, still trying to get away from him. "Kapag tayo nagkasakit, kasalanan mo talaga, Ajero!"

He knows so well. They are just designed as a human with a weather-weather body condition. The next morning, they both catches cold but Paulo is worse. He patiently attended to him while he's nursing with his own sickness too. He's fine and he can manage. He even cooked for the other man and the next day after that, he's feeling better, however, Paulo is still recovering.

How many rain has come to shower the earth and how many times did he tried to run and played beneath. Paulo's always been there behind him-chasing him, laugh with him, gave him a warm smile against the cold water and even a tight embrace as he tried to scoop him in full.

They both painted happily in their own canvas and buried a box of treasures in each other's chest; those memories that he really keep in touch and those important memories he will never ever forget, not even in his graveyard.

The rain still keeps on pouring down and for him, it's like a vinyl who comes to him and plays a particular memories in his head. He wanted to step back away from the window but his body says otherwise. He swallowed a lump on his throat as he listens to the rain's rhythm-in his buds, it taste bittersweet.

The necklace he's been holding are all gathered in his palm and as soon as his eyes turns to his side, a tear follows without an invitation. There, in his bedside table is a familiar face next to him in a frame. He still remembered how that face twisted in glee and how that eyes of him crinkled when he smiles from ear-to-ear.

"Miss na kita." He whispered. "'Balik ka na, please?"

His voice is breaking and so does his heart. He eyed his empty bed. He sometimes saw a mirage of him plopped on the right side with a book on his hand but he knows that that image is a hoax. He badly misses Paulo that he only wanted to feel his warm again. He wanted Paulo on the flesh and not just a flash of a memory.