All About You [On Hold]

Day Three - Rain

(Dedicated to uniqueCloud_ because of her sweet comment on the last chapter. She thinks this story should be an actual book (Can I just 'aww' at that?). Thanks so much for making my day!)

Day Three – February 9

Rain

The icy rain clattered on the window like an endless chorus of rhythm –challenged tap dancers.

     I remember how I was stuck with the thought that the tiny droplets somehow reflected our society. How the water molecules raced against the species of its own kind just to reach their destination was similar to how we pranced around. Slashing, competing and going faster than the others had brainwashed our innocent minds. Why did we compete after all, when in the end all of us would die anyway? I wished my parents would stop competing with each other, because one day they’d be gone too and what would be left then?

     I didn’t like where my thoughts were taking me, so I tried to think of something else – and your image burned into my mind suddenly. Even in my imagination, we were basking in the comforting silence, the one which only you could offer. I wished I could have drawn the sight of you – which resided in my head – because that way I would have preserved it forever. It was intriguing – well, no, you were intriguing – because I had never been so fascinated by a person, let alone someone whom I had met only twice.

     “Clay, my darling, stop being an ornament and make yourself useful,” Regina cooed beside me, tearing the beautiful picture of you from my mind. I raised my eyebrow at her and held up my right wrist showing her the name for the umpteenth time.

     The sly lady smiled sweetly, brushing her bony fingers over my tattoo: Clayton. “You don’t have to show that wretched piece to me again and again, my dear, I just take pleasure in teasing you. My fault, I shall henceforth call you Clayton and nothing else, works with you?”

     I found myself returning the infectious grin of the forty-three year old. She was, by far, the sweetest person in the whole of New York, well, partially because she was the only person who gave me a job when all the others shut me out. She acted like a mother when my real one failed to do so. Sip the words wasn’t just a book café for me, it was my idea of happiness. Though my opinion about the café might sound quite biased now – for reasons you already know.

     The previous line reddened your cheeks, right? You’re now trying to hide it behind the lush blonde curls. But I think it needs to be said out loud, the reason why I’m so obsessed with that old café which is sandwiched between two extravagant stores. Yes, the reason is you.

     There, I said it – or wrote it – and I’d write it everywhere I can. You know why, because you were the reason behind half of the good that’s in my life. You were different, or maybe with you I was different because it surely felt so. I don’t know how it happened, or when it happened, but I’m glad it happened. I’m glad you happened to me for you were easily the best thing that had ever happened to me.  

     When you entered the café on February ninth, I forgot how to breathe. No, I’m not exaggerating, you’re well aware that I don’t add spice to things. You looked like someone out from the movies even with your head dropping wet from the rain. I felt a tinge of green. The spherical droplets kissed you in places I wish I could have. They started from your blonde hair, running all the way down to your perky nose. They halted there a bit, as if trying to find their way, and then continued again; slowly, teasingly. The now flat drops brushed past your lips, which were a lighter shade of pink, and finally sealed their fate at the base of your neck.

     All along they were begging for you to notice them and so did the people around you. But you neglected them, or maybe you weren’t aware of them for had you taken a hint of how you affected people (in the best possible way) you would have never looked at me. You were far too good to even acknowledge my existence, but you did anyway.

     Once you’d hung your yellow coat on the racks your golden-ruby eyes travelled towards my grey ones. Your expression showed a slight variation and you smiled warmly at me. Your smile was better than any hot chocolate in the whole world, it was warm and delicious; a perfect combination.

     “Do you read minds,” you asked, once you were close enough. I scrunched my face and I must have looked comical because the next thing I heard was your laughter spreading over. I liked the sound of it; it was comforting in ways I could never even begin to describe. Your laughter could any day overpower the sound of the rain.    

     “I mean, I see you wherever I go – not that it’s bad or anything – but it’s just the epitome of coincidences and, well…you get it?” You flailed your hands everywhere as you talked because the words you wanted to utter kept hiding from your tongue.

      I simply nodded and added a grin at the end. Regina came back at the precise moment and clapped her hands merrily. “So, you both have shared each other’s company, I assume. Well, this young man is Clayton – who can torture you upon calling him Clay, I daresay,” she smirked as her eyes skimmed over me while I just rolled my eyes teasingly, “and this cheerful lady is Lay – my niece through thick and thin.”

     I gazed at you the same time you did and we shared a moment of our own; just you and me, Lay and Clayton. We didn’t make any noise or merely compete with each other like the pouring rain outside. We just looked at each other, like we had known each other for years.

     You smiled heartily which, I swear to everything, could have formed a rainbow brighter than any rain could ever attempt of.

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Author'sNote - Another boring chapter at your display. I apologise for it. I've been so ditracted these past few days and couldn't write properly, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. School life is becoming a mess and my grades are going down with each passing test. Arghh, I wish I'd improve and everyone would just give me a break! Gah, sorry for rambling like that, I promise to write a better chapter next time. :)

Random Question - Do you like rain?

I, personally, don't like rain, especially when I'm in school. >.<

Till the next time, don't stop smiling ever, okay?

- SG

17 December 2013