CHAPTER 10
The Swan — Camille Saint-Saëns//
Today was a nice evening.
Me and Es were making our way home from our walk. We never take many unless I'm in the mood. But today's was nice, loud with nature and it started to rain. The rain felt great on top of my skin as I rolled up my sleeves.
The rain started to fall harder and harder. Both of us had our coats but no umbrella. I could tell Es was getting more and more frustrated with the fact that we'd be going home, soaked from head to toe. The weather was starting to slow us down and for some reason, I was excited and giddy.
Which is why I ran away from Es, leaving her screeching behind me as I jumped in puddles. She held up her designed dress, the bottom of it soaked with dirty water. I twirled around in the rain, letting it hit me as I ran further and further away. I wanted to be outside on my own, for a moment, to feel what it was like to be at one with the rain. Outside, rainy loneliness.
"Stop running!" The maid had shouted and tried to reach me. But I knew she wouldn't run after me and that was my advantage, I could get away and walk the streets of my city alone.
"No! Come catch me." I was having too much fun. Even now, as I write this, I'm buzzing with the memories.
"Oh God." Es started to walk speedily but it didn't stop me as I walked backwards before running again. "You're such a child. Stop running this instance!" I swear I saw her pray to the Lord.
But I didn't stop. Es shouting at me wouldn't be as bad as my decision of running away. I kept running until I lost sight of the maid who is paid to go on walks with me. Don't get me wrong, Es is great but to be by myself with the rain this evening... it was pure ecstacy. I couldn't stop smiling to myself.
How bizarre is that? Smiling at yourself. I should try doing it more.
I decided to take cover under the front porch of my father's office building. People were using it for the same purpose. I joined them, standing towards the back as we all huddled together to protect us from the rainfall.
My father was at home so I had nothing to worry about. Standing in front of his office made me feel a sense of superiority. I wasn't supposed to be there but I was, even if it was to shield myself from the rapid rain.
The rain really was rapid. It fell so harshly as it slapped the pavements. There was a slight urge of wanting to dance in the rain but I would rather be well, I don't like being sick and stuck to my bed. I was so focused on the rain and when it would end that I forgot I had left Es all alone (we found each other on our route home). I suddenly felt bad but stayed in my frosty position. I crossed my arms over my flat chest and leaned against the wall, ears pricking in joy at the sound of the rain. It felt good to be alone.
Then I spotted a young boy, like me, a few steps away from me. He stood still with his hands tucked into the pockets of his chestnut, warm jacket. He was simply watching the rain like me, eyelashes fluttering as he seemed lost in thought. The atmosphere was already silent but in this moment, it truly felt like the world had stopped.
To me, it seemed like a boy was finally finding solace in a world too loud for him. Maybe he is loud and was finally being offered silence and it's virtue.
To see a boy so beautiful, made me look away from the natural rain. I could see wonder in the corner of his eyes, I spotted some brown gold. I was so immersed by the stranger who was a few steps away. I looked away when I realised I was staring at his smooth jawline, silver earrings and brown hair flattened on his shiny forehead.
Then, the boy looked at me. He was simply looking around obliviously before his gaze landed on me- a stranger in a group seeking cover. He blinked, taking a longer look at me than everyone else before his lips curved upwards. A meaningful smile adorned his pretty lips as he nodded a little as a way of greeting me politely.
I smiled back. It had made my day to have experienced a shared smile between two strangers who were both drenched, waiting for the rain to stop with others.
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