Hand in hand, it was a rainy day, or that is too simple to speak, is it not? Let's go overboard, today we use over-explained English.
Every drop of the falling water, and the air and the smell, and the two people walking shoulder to shoulder below what felt like the endless bristi.
One held one umbrella, though even that was so tiny even a bunny would find it difficult to walk below, and yet both stood beneath it, mayhap even trying to walk.
The vision was blurry for both, and yet, they couldn't look at each other but straight, pretending to see something afar, though none could.
And broke the silence not the man but the woman, or be it a boy and a girl, who then slightly pushed back her hair and widened her mouth, wide enough to speak a word.
" So... " she started, as if still in hesitation of whether she should actually say it, or should she dare not.
Holding high esteem for her own thoughts, she bore them hidden no more and so— " Shyam, " she finally called it, his name.
Shyam, the boy who walked just beside her, holding the umbrella high, black hair that covered one of his eyes, uniform that of high schooler and expression that of a man who prayed to God for moments such as this, yet be embarrassed to death when they truly occur, flinched in surprise that the girl with whom he'd shared an umbrella cared enough to remember his name. For she had golden hair that even in the pouring rain shined of gold and melted silver, so much so that even the words exquisite beauty would fear to come before this girl.
And so, he feared that after today life for him at school wouldn't be so ordinary anymore, nor would it be as peaceful as it had been for years even after admission.
" Hu... Yes? " he replied instantly, as if not doing so would untie the universe itself in seconds, and seconds at best.
A sudden drop of water floated before his eyes, rather, time for him had slowed down so much that the droplets that fell faster than any human could ever count now fell so slowly right before his eyes that he could count each and tell and touch and remember, if only.
If only he could see them.
Because now, he saw nothing but the molten golden hair right before his eyes, swung once and then settled, and then he felt the tip of his lips grow cold, akin to the cold of the weather, yet softer and more gentle, so much so that he almost fainted in spite of the perfect weather that just moments before had set a new chapter to his life.
Though, what happened now made a volume, not a chapter, for she, the girl, Raitha, an idol that anyone barely doesn't not know, someone anyone would only dream to even speak with, the girl, Raitha, had just suddenly... kissed him?
That was... too bad of a dream, too good to be true, too bitter to taste better, a salt so salty that the wound now not only hurt but expanded at ease, and yet the pain was relaxing.
Hot air, his lungs filled with hot air, his mouth now the resting point for Raitha, and his hands still tightly holding onto the umbrella beneath which now walked nobody.
For two whole minutes, Shyam stood to realize what was happening, and Raitha kept leaning to him and to kiss him and to hold him and to hear him, and to... and to... — love, oh a word so divine that even the gods of creation are not to understand it, a word so complex to understand yet so easy to speak, had sparkled in him, in her, in them.
" Sor—sorry! " she ducked, suddenly coming to thought of what she had just done.
Too late.
It was too late.
A touch to the shoulder, then a pull, Shyam in just a moment of her surprise had pulled her towards him once more, now what had held onto the umbrella had held onto not the umbrella but her waist and her hip.
" I am sorry too, " he replied, and without hesitation, or maybe he did, for both of their cheeks represented the color red so highly that any proclaimed red lowered their saturation before these two.
" I am sorry more, " Raitha murmured, even still touching his lips, and he to hers.
" I can say sorry a thousand times, " said Shyam.
" Then I will say it one more time than you, " quoted Raitha, oh the word love, a word so divine that these two mayhap just define it.
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Written by { dhoben }
Published by { noobBooks studio }
Published on { Webnovel TMR }
Editor { raitha, leaf on books studio }
Translation { nooblate eng studio & sub studio }