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AN: This is very fast-paced. But this is a one-shot not a novel so deal with it.
I could never get her to talk. The girl would stand outside her home, staring at the sky every time it rained would never answer any of my questions.
I would stand next to her, glancing at the precipitation pounding on the roof, since the tenth time I'd seen her out there. I'd ask her for her name, why she was out there, etc. She wouldn't say a word. She was real pretty too. Shoulder-length black hair, perfect skin, and her eyes. They'd make contact with mine for a split second, then flit away.
We would stand there for a while, building some sort of connection. Or I least I felt there was something. I adored the rain, and I supposed she did too. I'd never see her on sunny days. I'd see her mostly during springtime. Since it rained.
On the seventeenth of April, rain started falling from the sky. I went outside, to see the same girl. I stood by her side and held her hand, something I'd never done before. "My name is Mina," she whispered.
"My name is y/n," I replied.
"Thank you for meeting me out here," Mina replied, and moved closer to me, staring into my eyes. Was she about to kiss me? Would I have cared if she did? Reluctantly, I reminded myself no. I wouldn't have minded if Mina kissed me. After all, she was just this gorgeous girl, and we had something special. Just thinking about being with her in that kind of way, made me shiver. In what? Excitement?
"Who said I wasn't gay?" I replied impulsively.
"Y-y-you are?"
"F-f-for you."
Mina giggled and reached for my other hand. "I like you y/n. T-t-that's your name right?"
I giggled. "Yeah. That's my name. I like you too, Mina."
"I can't wait until the next time it rains," she continued. "So I can see you. I love the rain. I always come out here when it rains, because that's what my dad and I would do together. When he died, I would do the same thing. Alone. I didn't answer your questions because I wanted to just be alone. But you were always here with me. And I started falling for you. I feel important around you." A single tear fell down my cheek. She felt all of this about me. Me.
"You are important," I replied. "I feel something special with you. I think about you a lot. Every time there's a grey cloud in the sky I hope it rains." She started to tear up right after me. I placed a hand under her chin. "May I?" Mina nodded tearfully, and I kissed her.
When I pulled away, she frowned adorably, and I had no choice but to press my lips back onto hers, tasting both the rain and the salt of her tears on her mouth. We separated, gasping for breath, grinning as widely as we possibly could. "I'm wet now, let's go inside," I said.
She replied with a wink. "Calm down," she responded flirtatiously, causing me to laugh.
"That's not I meant!"
"I know, I'm just messing with you."
"Your house or mine?"
"Let's go to your house," Mina answered. We spent an hour together cuddling on the couch and drinking hot chocolate.
"Promise you'll see me again? Even when it's not rainy? I piped up.
"Of course," Mina replied. "I love the rain and all, but I love you more." She kissed my forehead.
"Every day you'll see me?"
"Every day."
"Thank God for rain, right?"
She giggled. "Yeah. I love rainy days. I love them even more now, thanks to you."
"Can I just reiterate what you said because I feel the exact same way?"
"Why not?"
"I love rainy days. I love them even more now thanks to you."
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