[original] The Heat of the rain
Title: The warmth of the rain.
Fandom: Original .
Characters: not have a name >__>
because when I read the prompt, I was inspired ^ __ ^ and
dylan_mx
for reading it and giving me advice (which I did not follow but nothing XD joke).
The warmth of the rain "It was a dark and stormy night" writing as if I were to tell this autumn night ... It is now past the time of the typical summer storms, so even the lightning break the darkness of the sky. 's three and something in the morning, I woke up in pain and troubled by nightmares do not remember, my mouth was mixed and a thirst that grew crazy every time concentrating on listening to rain on the roof, so I decided to stop trying to sleep and came into the kitchen. light of this room is so cold at night, seems too strong ... twinges of pain from bruises that start casually continue to bump into the furniture. The rain shows no signs of quitting, is one of those rains that continued until dawn in the morning and makes gloomy but sweet at the same time, one of those mornings that you appreciate if you can stay in bed embracing the person you love but which is devoid if you have to get up for work. I am part
the first category, if I go back to sleep tomorrow will be a peaceful slumber, curled up in a duvet and hugged him .. if I can sleep again ignoring the pain. People are strange, spends his life complaining about the woes caused by the rain but at the same time he needs, and that water from the land that is torn by that water is fed, they could not do less. I can not resist, I open the window over the sink and leaned a bit ', took a deep breath of moist air that night and I am staring at the dark companion. The warmth of the quilt is really nice, I slip under the blanket and hold her arms around his waist, breathe regularly and his back is so hot under the pajamas of cotton. The last thought that comes to mind before they sink into my consciousness in sleep is that the man I love and who now sleeps next to me is like the rain, for me devastated and hurt I could never live without the certainty to wake up looking at his face.
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