He came and substituted
The peace and quiet for
Acrobatic blood flow
Concertina cheating heart beat
You awoke to the sound of thunder, a gasp escaping your lips, a first sign of life inside your monochrome space. Lashes fluttered once, twice, thrice, in an attempt to brush off the sleepy haze, but to no avail. Slowly, you turned to your side, fingers skimming the sheets, relishing the faint warmth left by its previous occupant, his scent lingering as you breathed him in -
- seeping into your skin, imprinting itself into your restless mind.
As though he never left.
Another thunder, drawing a smile from chapped lips.
Followed by a lightning strike making itself known behind your blinds.
And he’s beside you once more, his voice whispering truths this society had long gone forgotten,
bringing up ideas that had once shaped human nature,
painting colors that had once made this reality interesting.
An amused chuckle escaped your throat, along with a silent whisper of his name.
A wishful summon to the silver haired deity to guide your lost soul.
Another wound emerges, from yet another hole pierced through your hue,
bleeding a darker shade.
The sky grumbled yet again, perhaps displeased by your blasphemy, too early in the morning you thought, but couldn’t care less. For a few more minutes, you remained still on your bed, lying on your front, unmoving, as though void of life -
- anticipating for what would come next.
And then, the sky grieved. The sound of its tears striking the concrete in harsh pelts had drowned the sound of your alarm, now beeping helplessly as you sweeped it off from the bedside desk, sending it to the floor. Your A.I. flashed to life, turning the alarm off, and proceeded into reminding you of the time, the date, your plans for the day, and every monotony you tend to forget everytime you’re with
You dismissed the hovering figure with an expletive, which it only registered as a command error. It asked you to confirm the word again, but you said no more, and so it continued with the rest of its routine, starting by checking your hue.
"...Please continue with your prescribed medication and undergo theraphy as soon as possible."
You scoffed as you pushed yourself off the bed, a slight wave of nausea greeting your senses as you wobbled blindly towards your sink. Your skin hesistantly met the cold water as you rinsed off the bitter mess, clearing your sleep shrouded vision, at least. You stepped out of your bathroom, finding your room all set by your A.I., HOLO and all, while the weather and traffic filled the background from the nearby screen.
You closed your eyes and inhaled, filling your lungs with the smell of the faux breakfast your A.I. had dutifully prepared, along with the fresh scent of flowers you knew weren’t really there. You opened your eyes, and for a moment let yourself sink in the serenity presented before you, a sugarcoated version of this society’s
p e a c e a n d q u i e t.
A loud thunder boomed from the screen, and a non-chalant reminder played about keeping the rain gears in check for the random thunderstorms. Another lightning cuts through the sky, and everything suddenly went off, leaving you alone in your room, unperturbed in the midst of its lifeless state.
A flash of red rivulets and pale flesh.
Of erratic heartbeats slowly fading, vanishing into unwilling calm.
Of cold lips against heated skin, nimble fingers pulling the strings.
Of a velvety voice whispering endearment,
behind honey-coloured hues.
Your room hummed back to life, but you paid it no mind, as you now slowly approached your desk. On it sat a pile of books, one for each time he visited, along with the other trinkets and souvenirs he took into liking of giving you. Some were bought, or stolen, you’re not quite sure, and the rest you particularly knew along with their previous owners. You sat down and pulled out one book from the pile, and you took a dip in reminiscence as wiry fingers flipped through its pages. His voice echoed in the back of your head, flowing out into the room, legs crossed, gaze engaging as he read the words for you.
You were interrupted from the daydream, the window shaking slightly from the eager wind. Your phone beeped, and you dove into your bed in a heartbeat, fingers slipping in every crevice in search of the device. You found it and flicked its screen to life, reading the only message that mattered amongst the unread ones. Soon, you found yourself smiling, giggling softly to yourself as you sank further into your sheets.
Only two verbs, and an adjective.
Were more than enough to send your heart into a beating frenzy.
The wind knocked against your windows once more, and this time you granted its wish, stepping out of it and into your balcony. You greeted the ongoing thunderstorm in all its freezing glory, despite your A.I.’s repeated warnings, letting its tears soak into your clothes, into your skin, washing down every pretense, every shade of color off you -
- that you were not
You huffed out an icy breath as your eyes grew accustomed of the blurried view, arms caging your chest by instinct as you felt the cold permeating through your bones. Soon you were shaking, but you stubbornly remained outside, gazing down at the unsuspecting pedestrians to catch a glimpse of your awaited visitor.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself out there, [First]"
You turned swiftly to meet the familiar tone, and there he stood, holding a tray cradling a pair of coffee cups from the same cafe where your fates had first collided.
You breathed out his name like a prayer, and he responded with that smile he knew you could never resist.
He slowly sauntered to where you stood, and soon he was in front of you, hand extended, summoning for you to come in. You obliged, and he pulled you inside, his ever gentle fingers pushing back the wet locks away from your face. He pulled you further, lips meeting yours amidst your hushed protests.
And that’s when you realized.
He was your thunderstorm.
Random. But just in time to quench your unspoken thirst.
Abrupt. But enough to water down your suffocating doubts.
And in his wake, you were left a clean slate, stripped off of superficial necessities this world had hooked you on.
But just like a thunderstorm, he won’t do you any good.
Your hue had never been clearer in proving that.
Yet you would never opt for the umbrella.
I’ve been feeling foolish
You should try it