Dating the World: Country x Reader

Sun in the Rain {Punk!England}

Sun in the Rain {Punk!England x Reader}

“Sorry… I won’t be giving you my heart this year, but I do have another throbbing organ you might be interested in…”

Warning: Contains angst, dread, self-harm, and mentions of suicide. Not recommended if you’re depressed or sensitive to triggers.

You pressed your palms to the soft grass, and leaned your shoulders back. Craning your head up, you gazed at the clouded gray skies.

Sitting atop this hidden cliff felt like your escape. You could watch the blue ocean water down below, or look upwards to the foggy cement-colored sky. If felt like your world was reversed. Above should be blue, while the paved ground below should be gray. But not here.

The island you’ve resided on your whole life was completely isolated from the rest of the world. It received almost no sun—the skies were always either gray and fogged or black and raining. Downpour Island, it was called. It lived up to its name more than any other place on the planet.

You momentarily closed your eyes, and felt the soft brush of the wind blow against your skin. You briefly wondered what it would be like to live in a place where the sun always shined.

Just as you were thinking of the light, you heard some distant shouts from down below. Opening your eyes, you slowly crawled over to the cliff’s edge. Peering downwards, you groaned and planted your face into the long, green grass.

You didn’t want to be seen.

But you weren’t exactly hiding, either. You’ve been a social outcast your entire life, anyways.

The loud teenagers below were from your class. You could say you knew them well, but then again, you could say you didn’t.  After all, you’ve lived on the same rainy island, with the same shallow people, ever since nursery school. You’ve all known each other your whole lives. But, that didn’t mean you were all friends.

They were all friends. Just not with you.

You weren’t sure why, but they never seemed to connect with you. Ever since childhood, those same peers always thought you were different. They didn’t like it. But you couldn’t see it; you didn’t know why they thought you were so weird. But after a while, you grew used to it. Accustomed, even.

The island had such a small population that you had to deal with it, whether you wanted to or not. No matter what you told your parents, they would never leave this island. They had never seen the light of day, you liked to think. The real light. The light that came from a sun-filled land.

Needless to say, neither had you. Never have you ever left Downpour Island.

You stood up, and shuffled away from the cliff’s edge. Even though you were well-hidden among the trees and branches, high above the ocean—you decided to leave. You had been on this cliff much too long already.

Those classmates down on the beach wouldn’t notice you if you left immediately. But you weren’t exactly leaving because you didn’t want them to see you. It wasn’t as if you were a victim of bullying. No, you weren’t worth their time to even look at. They often ignored your existence. So, it wasn’t as though you were afraid of them. You just didn’t like being around them.

As you walked to your nearby house, you noticed the new neighbor carry a box from his garage into his house. You sighed, and looked down. You hoped he wouldn’t notice you and say hello. But you hoped he wouldn’t see you for a different reason than your classmates.