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" It always felt like it rained inside of him. A dull, continuous rhythm always pouring into his blood, soaking him through his bones. Again and again, day after day, a never ending drizzle that made his joints rust, spreading goosebumps on his skin like maps. Not when he saw him , though, no. Those were the rare moments the light pierced through the sky, and the rain stopped falling. "
The highlighted passage Kirstie reads in the book she finds lying around makes her shake her head in disbelief. It happened rather quickly – she was frowning when Mitch walked back in his room, self-revelatory in her little expressions of amused irony. Yet, her eyes were fond, flicking her glance from her friend to the book lying so obviously open on the nightstand now. Her right eyebrow was raised as a question.
The brunette understood quickly what exactly she read and what the purpose of her mocking expression was, and that made blood rush to his cheeks. He coughed and hid his deer-in-the-headlights gaze by staring at the dim light filtering through the window. He could think of nothing but disagreeable and sheerly nervous remarks.
'It's that bad, huh?' She said with a frosty humor. Mitch settled on shrugging his shoulder slightly and tilting his head, as if to say 'can you blame me?' . Excited, she did a little laugh followed by a deep, somber sigh that chased away all the lightness from the mood of the room. It wasn't surprise or irritation. She was the first to notice the bizarre energy that was created between her two friends, ever since the moment they met in the hallway. It wasn't attraction per se, it was equal pull and tug on both parts, like a sick fascination towards the unknown.
Witnessing it unfold was a whole different story. Mitch, shy at first, like he always was, measuring with every word and gesture whether getting close was safe. Scott, open and light like a sunflower, ready to soak it all in, searching with curious eyes, wanting to know everything. She was afraid, though.
Because she knew Mitch. His hope and naivety had no margins. He seldom invested himself in someone, but when he did, he could light the whole sky with how much he gave, selfless and without thinking. He was so keen on giving, on feeling something, so in love with the idea of love and having his insides burn, he didn't see it until it was too late. How cruel people could be, how very much possible it was for him to fall just for the idea of someone. What effort it took to recover from a shattered heart.
She admired him for always having hope and fixing himself with band aids over and over again. But horror struck her at the thought of him not being able to scrap pieces together once more.
Her eyes wandered back to him and she muttered a 'Just, be careful.' , barely audible. He shrugged again and smiled sweetly in her direction, his eyes screaming ' It's already too late now' . They were ready to leave for a party at Scott's house and Mitch hadn't stopped talking about it all day, his hands visibly shaking.
It was almost a month since Mitch met Scott.
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