"i'm the violence in the pouring rain."
-hurricane ; halsey
and i never wanted to be like this and i don't understand how it could have happened. we were two kids who met on a broken slide in a rusty playground but we still slid down it and he cut his hand but didn't cry and i remember thinking wow he was heroic and his eight year old self gleefully smiled at my ten year old self and we laughed and i'm so glad he and i met.
there's a problem with one of your old diary entries flickers through your heads.
but anyway.
there is a slight issue.
it's not the pouring rain or the endless wind, it's the people who wander through it.
one of the souls? my best friend. my whole world.
daniel james howell.
and he wanders through it. his muse shirt on display for the world to see. his black jeans. his brown hair.
he calls me over.
"phil? are you coming?" he smiles. i smile. he makes me smile. but smiling doesn't make me okay.
i look down at my three bullet necklace. an etsy listing made it for me when they realized i loved chloe price. my favourite video game character ever. when they saw my blog and saw the picture of chloe and her necklace, they laughed and gave it to me a week later.
i look up and see dan's face darken. "you sure, philly?"
i scoff. "don't call me that."
he grins. "make me."
okay, now he did it. i start running after him and he laughs. the rain become brighter.
"hey! come here!" i yell at him. the rain is perfect. water drips everywhere. "dan!"
"ah!" he slips and falls into a puddle. i fall right on top of him.
the rain slows down and he looks into my eyes. "philly, um, should we get up?"
i blink. and start to rise slowly.
i sit on the wet ground. my jeans are ripped at the knees but it's okay. dan shoves me and sits up beside me. he puts his arm around my neck.
"seriously?" i peel his arm off me. "dan, you're tiny." he laughs.
he moves closer to me and leans his head against my arm. i can feel his heartbeat.
i breath. "should we get up?"
he doesn't answer. i look at him and see he's fallen asleep. who falls asleep in the rain?
daniel james howell.
i run a hand through my blue hair, and sigh. i shake him and he opens his eyes. "sorry."
i hide a grin. "it's fine. we accept the love we think we deserve."
i whisper it. he doesn't hear me.
he stands up and i look at him. his brown hair is getting wavy and water drips down his face. his muse shirt is wet and so are his black jeans. his black runners are soaked and are the darkest i've seen them as.
he holds a hand out, and i hold it. he pulls me up.
"okay. let's get home."
"that was fun."
we walk through the rain.
// a/n: THIS IS GIVING ME THE FEELS ALREADY. //
