-switch of pov intended.
The first droplet of water splat on the concrete, darkening the surface more than it already was.
Just a smidge lighter, it would resemble the seemingly majority of the angry clouds gathered above. But I raised my head abruptly, tilted straight towards the sky so that my eyes didn't adjust for a moment against the dash of bright whites and dark greys; thinking - "we surrender!". A reply fell from the sky. A plop of rain, blinding, blurring my vision and highlighting my triggered annoyance.
A second later I was pulled forward into a staggered run that gradually tried to get faster. It was a physical blur of my surroundings - except him. He was a clearness that my focus sought as much as it was tangible warmth, urging me to escape the rain to find a shelter, a safe place. But terribly cliche, I found refuge in the coffee eyes looking forward, coated in even darker eyelashes as I find two moles; two dots by his temple, nearly covered by fading week-long dyed hair that had roots like the earth.
How funny I thought, that those dots could be him and I, together like right now in run, as for a few more minutes I focused on matching his short-legged pace, his uneven breath mingling with mine. We slowed to a stop as no rain was directed to us; we found shelter that even a few paces away, pouring rain was a splatter of aggressiveness. But my focus was on a soft smile of his figure in my line of vision, his drenched being, a dark loving stain to me, a contrast to the bright, blaring lights of the sports hall.
I last noticed his hands; that he had to pull away from me, as long slender fingers wrapped around the door handle, pulling open the way into a safe place. But his grasp of my jacket lingered...dokidoki, dokidoki.
p.s I think the safe place moves around all the time..
YOU ARE READING
Dokidoki; my heart
Short Story~ for simba {insert smart summary here of a girl who i wrote a bf for because she told me to one random night} - besides, pretty good write it out practice ;)
