(Narrators pov)
"Its raining." Your voice echoed threw the room.
"Yes, it seems so."
He replied.
"I don't like it, it hurts me, though I don't know why." You stared at the single raindrops falling down and making delicate pools on the window frame.
"How douse it hurt? Bring back things? Anger? Regret? Love?" He asked.
You put your finger on the glass and connected the dots of each fallen droplet.
"Sadness." You replied, still starring out the window.
"There like... Tears.. That fall and splash, each one holding a different memory."
You continued.
He came over to you and sat down beside you.
"You think it sad, because all you can do is watch it... You may not know completely of the sadness that blooms in you each time you see a drop, but maybe... That's because right now your just an watcher."
He replied to you as you stared at him who was gazing out the window.
"How could I be any more then a watcher." You asked, starring at his distant eyes.
He slowly got up and lent a hand out to you.
"Let me show you." He replied.
You took his hand as he led you to the front door.
You reached to grab a jacket, but he stopped you.
"jackets are pointless for now." He said, taking your hand once more and opening the door.
"Where are we going?" You asked fallowing him out the door.
"Nowhere" he replied.
He pulled you out of the house and into the street, the street was very sound, all except for the rain.
It was in a big cycle with houses surrounding it, and only one street leading away from the small London housing.
He took one hand and laid it gently on your hip, the other he intertwined with yours.
"What are we doing out here??" You shouted over the rain.
"Not being watchers." He replied.
The rain fell in large droplets on your head and ran down your white Cotten dress. Your bare feet where soaked in pools on the pavement.
You put your hand onto his shoulder the other one still locked in his.
He began to slowly glide with you on the pavement as his suit dripped wet with rain.
He smiled down at you, his wet hair fell lightly around his face.
"Do you see?" He asked.
"See what?" You replied as you where hoisted up and spun in the air.
"We are all the audience of life, Intel we choose to live it." He yelled over the pattering raindrops.
"That's why I am so terrible, that's why you look at rain and see sadness. Because your trying to be the audience of your own future. Now, it's time for you to live." He finished looking into your eyes and smiling.
"Your right, on almost everything." You replied.
"Almost?" He asked still swaying you in his arms against the cold rain.
"Your not terrible."
"You may feel different, think different, act different. But that douse not make you terrible.
It just makes you who you always have been." You replied.
"Oh yeah and what's that?" He asked.
"Human." You replied. The rain fell apon your faces and creating shinning crystals that lit each others face.
"All my life, I've been searching for a distraction.. Something to pull me away from reality.. From being a watcher.." He paused as more droplets fell over his face and trailed down his lips.
"You are my distraction." He finished.
Your bare feet stopped gliding and rested in the pool of rain that crowded the streets.
You smiled looking down at them and back up to jim.
"And you are my true adventure." You replied.
