Pitter pat. Rain poured heavily as we trod in the squelchy mud. Water seeped into my shoes as we push uphill. The cold hit my socks and I ignored it following him as he raced ahead.
He stopped for a moment and looked back, his dark ebony hair was soaked and curly. He stood waiting brown eyes asking me to hurry up.
I sighed and continued at my own pace. The tall trees cast a light shadow as the sky was already dark. Leaves moved in the wind.
As I reached him he turned and sped off again.
Always needing to be in front. It was almost an obsession at this point and with no one but me here it wouldn't make a difference.
My legs were tired. With no where to go why even try. I stopped and sat down.
Mud and water soaked my jeans. He stopped and walked back to me. Tilting his head he looked asking what I was doing.
"Sit with me."
He smiled and sat drenching his trousers before leaning back and lying on his side looking up at me.
I smiled and laid on him. He smelt of rain and disinfectant. It was comforting.
We laid there. Just there. No where else. In the cold rain and stormy winds. With water logged shoes and wet clothes. And it was perfect.
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Short Stories
General FictionThese are just some stories I wrote after getting some burst of inspiration. They probably won't be any good and will most likely be unfinished. I hope you enjoy reading my random nonsense. (I have no specific genre.) Contents contain descriptions...
