twenty two collection

rain down memories

  The pitter-patter of the rain on her window pane should be distracting, annoying even. She never did like the rain. But for some reason, she found herself looking out the window, watching the heavy rain pour outside.

  For a moment she could see a familiar silhouette taking shape outside. She could hear him knocking on the door before peeking through the window. Usually, she'd be curled up on the sofa too engrossed with her laptop to notice. He would try to call, but her phone would be set to silent, which always frustrated him. She lost count how many times he told her to set it to vibrate mode at least, so he didn't seem like a lunatic trying to break in.

  Now that she thought about it, her phone was probably set to silent again. She sat on the sofa, switching her phone to ringing mode. Though, why did she even bother, no one was going to call her or message her at this hour. Her friends rarely contact her at this hour, each of them finding solace in some alone time after a busy day. She had no plans to go out. She wasn't expecting any guests tonight. The only thing to expect was new emails and game notifications.

  She sighed, setting the phone down and wrapped a blanket around herself. Her laptop was on, an episode of CSI waiting to be played. But when her thoughts kept running astray, she finds herself losing interest and unable to focus on the crime series. Not when the rain reminded her of nights of SVU marathon with his arm around her.

  She would try not to hog the blanket, but he would just pull her on to his lap. His nose buried in his hair, only coming up when he made comments. Sometimes she would make him promise not to ever go any of the vile things shown on the series. He would try to keep a straight face with his right hand raised. They would spend the night discussing the episodes they watched until one or both of them fall asleep.

  Now, she spends nights watching CSI alone because the idea of watching SVU makes her sad. She spends her nights with her phone on ringing mode, despite the constant notifications bugging her.

  She spends rainy nights looking out the window, a part of her still clinging to the hope that he'll come back.