Rain Clouds

Rain Clouds

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 1, 2023
"You don't know me like that." I shook my head as the flame lit up my face. "I do." His sly eyes slid towards me. He leaned closer to me in his chair. "I feel like I've known you before, maybe in a past life." He looked at me fondly. We held eye contact for a long moment. I couldn't lie to myself, there was something familiar about his presence. But how could he be so sure? I hit the bong again. "If we did meet in a past life, it probably wasn't meant to be." Exhaling, I handed him the bong and lighter. He smiled to himself, "you know, we might meet over and over until whats meant to be happens." I bit my lip, what he's saying does feel somewhat true. No, that's bullshit. He took my silence as the response he needed, then he spoke. "Or" he blew out a cloud of smoke, "maybe each lifetime you never let us happen." • Have you heard the love story of the sun and the moon? •
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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