The Beauty in the Rain (Murphamy)

"Find beauty in the rain," his mother would call from the kitchen, her voice soft and sweet like honey, just loud enough so Murphy could hear it over the constantly running tap of the kitchen sink. Then, she would light the fireplace, curl up next to Murphy on the couch by the window, and read aloud to him until he fell asleep.

Murphy had yet to find beauty in the rain. Now, all it made him think about was the version of his mother he had lost. For a brief moment Murphy rested his head against the steering wheel, his long, unkempt brown hair hanging over his eyes. That was until his peacefulness was interrupted by frantic tapping on his car door. Murphy snapped his head up in annoyance and through his rain-covered window, was met with the sight of a familiar dark-haired man knocking wildly on the glass, a look of desperation in his eyes.

"Bellamy?" Murphy said as he rolled down his window, his tone heavy with indignation, "what the hell do you want?" Murphy's chest began to fill with a sense of irritation and dread not only at the fact his secret spot had been found out, but also the fact his arch nemesis was the one that had found it.