Day 6!
Heyyyy so here's day six guys and thanks so much for all the kind things you say to my writing it really means a lot to me! I'm glad you all enjoy it and I'm hoping I have enough memory power to keep this up ( I have the memory of a goldfish T-T ). This one is a memory that I hold dear to my heart. It may have only happened a week ago but I think it was really sweet and captures the romantic bits of storms so well! Anyway thanks to everyone who comments on every single one of these posts ( Yuji ). Enough of that shit lets get one with it folks here's day six for you!
I still remember the night I came home from that party just a week ago, hollowed out and so bone-tired I could do nothing but collapse onto my bed and stare at the blank expanse of the ceiling. Hours of having every piece of myself scrutinized and picked apart had left me completely untethered, my spirit bruised and silent. I could barely lift a finger. I simply lay there in the dim hush of my room, still dressed in a gown of deep, blood-red silk that brushed just past my knees, my hair pinned into a delicate, aching illusion of effortless perfection. My heavy boots were still laced tight, and the jewelry against my collarbone felt like cold iron anchors, threatening to drag me down through the floorboards and into the earth, never to be seen again. When my mother pushed open the bedroom door, she lingered for barely a heartbeat. There were no gentle inquiries, no “How are you?” or “Are you feeling alright?”—only a sharp, dismissive glance that accused me of overreacting once more before she vanished down the hall. The ache of it was dull and familiar; I had known for years that my parents’ affection was something I would never possess. So I remained motionless as the shadows stretched across the walls, the room slowly warping around me until time itself dissolved into nothing.Eventually, I forced my heavy limbs upright and glanced at the bedside clock. It was already 1:00 AM. Sleep had slipped through my fingers entirely. A soft, defeated sigh escaped my lips as I stood up—and that was when I heard it.A delicate, rhythmic tapping against the glass, like a secret melody whispered through the dark. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Was it raining? No, it couldn't be. Rain was a rare, fleeting miracle in our part of the world, and the skies had been stubbornly clear all day. Exhaustion and the late hour instantly forgotten, I bolted toward the front door and threw it open.The sight outside stole the breath right out of my lungs. Against all odds, the heavens had opened up. I reached a trembling, tentative hand into the dark, and the rain met my skin—cool, velvet-soft, and impossibly soothing, as if the night itself were trying to wash away the weight of the evening. A genuine smile bloomed across my face, and I laughed—a real, unguarded sound I hadn't let out in days—as I ran into the rain, giggling like I was five again and it was alright for a girl whose mother worked in the court to be dancing and playing in the storm.I ran all the way to the empty neighborhood park and collapsed onto a wooden bench, my chest heaving and my heart racing as if I had just been handed the universe’s most precious treasure. I sat there for a long while, drenched in that crimson dress and heavy boots, the rain slowly unraveling my carefully pinned hair back into its natural, untamed curls. Somewhere along the slick pavement, I had lost an earring, yet in the magic of the storm, I couldn't have cared less.And then, as if conjured by the rain itself, he appeared out of nowhere—just as breathless, just as soaked, and smiling just like me.Our eyes locked across the misty dark, and for a suspended heartbeat, the entire world seemed to stand still before we both broke into wide, radiant grins. He jogged over through the puddles, wearing that crooked, heart-stopping smile with a single deep dimple tucked into his cheek. I looked up at him, wonder softening my gaze as I silently questioned what had drawn him out into the midnight storm, though he offered no explanation. Instead, he simply stepped close and extended his hand, his eyes bright and full of warmth in the dark. "Can I have this dance, my love?"My heart fluttered as I placed my hand in his and let him pull me to my feet, laughing at how delightfully formal and absurd he sounded, though I eagerly stepped into the fairytale with him. "Why, of course, my knight."He laughed at the name, his eyes crinkling as he caught my hand and spun me out beneath the pouring sky. We danced and stumbled across the wet grass with no music save for the drumming of the rain and our own breathless giggles, trading inside jokes and acting completely silly while the storm washed the rest of the world away. Every time he twirled me back toward him, my heart skipped a beat, turning a quiet neighborhood park into a secret little world made just for the two of us.By the time the clouds finally parted and the rain slowed to a mist, we were shivering from the midnight chill, yet neither of us could bear to leave or stop smiling. He walked me slowly back to my doorstep, lingering just long enough to offer one final, dramatic bow with that same boyish grin before jogging back down the street into the mist. It has only been seven days since that night, yet every time I close my eyes and hear the faintest whisper of rain, I am right back there—drenched in crimson, breathless with laughter, and dancing in the dark with him.
