Your heart was pounding as you pushed open the back door.You swallowed, looking out at the field of pruned flowers in front of you, drooping from the weight of the raindrops.Drawing your cloak tighter around your body, you strode outside, not daring to look back at the house. You knew the curtains would be closed to block out the sight of the rain; your mother hated it. But it still didn't stop you from feeling terribly anxious, knowing that one of them could merely look outside for one moment and catch sight of you.
But then you saw them.They were standing under a patch of trees, in a field full of bright yellow flowers. The light that filtered through the clouds gave the plants a strange, ethereal glow, blotting out the greens and grays of the leaves and drawing out the vivid coloring instead.You felt that you couldn't quite breathe as you walked through the blooms yourself, the smell of the blossoms gentle and fragrant combined with the misty rain.
It felt like a scene out of a dream, and perhaps it was. For it still seemed impossible, even after months of discussing and planning, that this was happening. That you were both leaving, leaving to a place where the two of you could be free and in love. That they would be willing to run away with you, to be in love with you.Yet here they were, hair damp and plastered to their face from the rain, a satchel over their shoulder.
When their eyes finally landed on you, you only walked faster.Their hand reached out, yours as well, and then your fingers were laced together before you even realized.For a moment, neither of you spoke, merely looking at each other, hands connected. The rain fell around you.Then, slowly, gently, they reached up and brushed your hair out of your face.
"Ready?" they asked, voice a whisper.Instead of answering, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling harshly, both against the cold and your fear. You both thought this through. You both knew you were reckless regardless. (Not impulsive; the love you felt for them is far, far beyond impulse at this point.)And you both knew you were going to be reckless together.You opened your eyes, and squeezed their hand.
"Let's go," you said back.Another smile crossed their face, one as warm and comforting as sunlight.And then you were running.Hands locked together, you were both running through the rain, the flowers rushing past your feet, your heart pounding against your ribs. You didn't look back, didn't check to see if anyone noticed you were gone, if anyone happened to open the curtains. Because at that moment, all you cared about was their hand in yours, the exhilaration running through your veins, the hope of freedom causing you two to run faster, faster, and faster.And soon.
the two of you were gone, leaving only a trail of yellow flower petals in your wake, under the falling rain.
