It's All Started With The Rain

The loud thunder booming outside gave me a fright. I was watching soap opera when I saw the thunder bolt through my peripheral vision that I accidentally spilled my coffee and left a black stain on my yellow blanket which is my favorite one. When I looked outside – it was already raining cat and dog.

I grunted in frustration as I put down the cup. My eyes darted back on the television where the female lead was wailing because her secret lover is dead. Automatically, I frowned because instead of comforting her own fiancée, she cried over her secret lover who had two-timing behind her.

"She deserved that for being unfaithful." I said before heading to the bathroom with the stain blanket and trying to wash the stain with soap. After a few minute or so, I placed the drenched blanket in the dryer machine so it can dry in between before I went to bed later. The sudden dropped temperature causing me to shiver as if I was in the fridge. Immediately, my gaze went to knitted sweater my mother made at the edge of bed which I grabbed almost instantly.

"It's been heavy rain lately. I wonder if the weather would be sunny by the time I get to see my favorite band play. Ah, it's cold!" I whimpered loudly when my leg touched the leg of bed.

"I really missed took a stride to the park around the time like this."

The sweater was about to pass my head when I heard a loud knock on the front door. Since I already mute the television, it's easier to hear any kind of sound made by nature and even the sound of door hinge creaking would make my hair stand up. I ceased my eyebrow with suspicion. I don't even remember making a promise with anyone especially with this poor weather lately.

"Who is it?" I inquired.

My voice was probably soft to hear against the rain when the sound of knocking is getting a bit louder. I clicked my tongue and sprinted towards the front door while fixing my sweater which was loose and almost revealed my bare shoulder. I even stop at the moment to see the television and I gasped when the female lead's father slapped her.

"Oh, man! I just missed a few scenes. Now, I don't know where the story is heading to." I complained. I shook my head in disbelief as I went to the door to open it and that's when I noticed my reflection on the mirror placed next to the shoe rack.

I had to hold back my fear. "I look like a ghost with tousled hair everywhere." Using my left hand to straighten back my hair, I turned the knob around with the other hand.

"Hel – ", I don't even get to finish my word when I recognized the person who is standing in front of me with his hand in his front pocket jacket. He was smiling so innocently and I had to swallow my eagerness to ruffle his hair or fall into his tight embrace.

How long has it been? Two or was it three months since the last time I saw him?

His wet hair was covering his forehead and his nose has turned pink due to cold weather. He must be shivering. His stripe T-shirt hugged his firm body but thank goodness his outer jacket covered his body well or he would be attracting gawking eyes.

He nibbled on his lower lips and staring at me with his pair of warm brown eyes.

"Aren't you going to let me in? It's freaking freezing outside here unless you want me turning into ice sculpture." He said in joking manner.

My face turned red like tomato when I realized I was standing there, stumped. Who wasn't? Almost immediately, I stand aside, gestured him to enter. I closed the door behind my back while he was still standing at the entrance. I was about to ask him why when I realized he was already making the floor wet.

A short sigh escaped from my lips. "Wait here while I grab a towel. If I saw you move from your spot, you're so dead." In some sort of way, I threatened him but he doesn't look intimidated at all. Guess, my threat don't work on him anymore.