Fractured Time [ Yoongi • ff ]

Thursday - 1

• Thursday •

This Thursday felt a lot brighter than the original.

I was going to let 'Yoongi' keep the spare umbrella that I gave him yesterday but he insisted that he didn't need it and kept pushing it back into my hands.

It feels weird to say his name.

I shouldn't get used to it just incase I accidentally say it in a different timeline.

It's still raining today.

Of course I already knew that.

Maybe I should take the umbrella even if he has one. A broken one.

I'll bring it again.

There was a slight glow about today that I admired.

It was subtle and something that you would likely miss but it kept close to me.

So close that it felt like I, myself, was glowing with it.

Maybe it's because yesterday was in black and white.

I could clearly see the colours bloom in the flower I picked up from the garden.

The glow was soft and made me smile.

• • •

I was looking at the image that mirrored the memory I had of it in my head.

He sat in the same stall, his broken umbrella leaking rain onto his face as he protected his sheets of sound.

How many times will I cross this street to meet him?

How many times will I pass these inpatient cars and recognise the blurred faces of people brushing past me?

I hope it's a lot.

Completing my new and favourite routine, I sat down in the stall one away from him and placed the umbrella on the table where his pen was busy tapping.

The tapping stoped and his eyes fell on the umbrella and then on me.

"So you watched the weather forecast and thought I'd forgotten one again?" He questioned with a laugh as he -somewhat- greeted me with the witty comment.

The sound of rain hitting his broken umbrella muffled his voice.

"Nope, I just looked outside and thought I'd bring one for you again." I smiled.

"Thank you." He chuckled as he swapped his broken umbrella for the one I had placed down.

"Have you made any progress with your music writing yet?"

"Not exactly." He began. "-But it's getting easier." He tapped his pen again.

"What makes you come here everyday and sit on a stall one away from me?" He questioned.

A random question, but one that made my heart jump with nerves.

It took me off guard, the sudden interest in why I was there and the fact he noticed I sat one stall away from him.

I turned my head and avoided his direction.

My eyes darted to the opposite side of the street where I remembered standing, mesmerised, by him.

"I-er."

I couldn't think of a response right away.

"-I come here to relax before the day."

I lied.

He laughed under his breath as if he had caught the lie.

"I also come to this very busy spot every morning to 'relax'. "

Emphasis on 'relax', he looked over in my direction with a knowing smile.

All I could do was let out a small nervous laugh back.

• • •

"Is it so bad to love rain?

I get looks of disapproval when I state that it's my favourite type of weather. What's so bad about it?

People will take something everyone views as negative and keep it negative. But rain is beautiful.

It cools my skin when I think too much and it washes away any feelings I don't need down the side of the curb and into a small drain.

It's refreshing really...something people don't stop to appreciate.

Their lives fall around them like rain everyday and yet they become so surprised when it pours from the sky, as if they are new to the sensation.

Most find comfort in its sound only, forgetting that it's sound is still part of the "negativity" they hate so much. It's sound is like a melody that works with any song. Rain should wash away your burdens and not weigh down on you like one.

It should be relaxing. It is for me..."

I wish I could say all of that to him.

To reassure him that I do come here to 'relax' and admire the view.

Although, the view I admire is him. Not really the rain or any other type of weather.

But at least it would be a reasonable thing to say to back up my comment.

Maybe next week I'll be honest with him.

Not actually next week but next week for me, when I meet him all over again.

I'll be honest with him then.

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