Honey colored droplets kissed his chestnut skin. Sharp grey eyes as quick as lightning darted to and fro to glimpse every droplet that fell from the dreary sky. He never missed anything with those eyes- especially not any of the tears that fell from hers. Grabbing hold of her wrist, he dragged her up to the platform he was perched on. Side by side, they watched as the street below were flooded. The street-light flickered weakly.
"Patch?"
He responded by brushing his hand against her freckled cheek.
She stared back at him, puzzled.
"I'm not crying-"
"Yes, yes you are."
