Short Story: Kiss the Rain
#2 of Short Story Songs
A little romantic story here, more for lovers who have been together for a few years. The Song always helps bring out the emotion of the story so I highly advice to listen to it while you're reading.
Short Story: Kiss The Rain by Yiruma (Song) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVKMAJwW0ho
My eyes drifted open after a restless night, the rain continued to pour down; I could hear it on my window seal. The gentle pitter patter of drops along with the freshness the rain gave off. I endeared the smell of rain, the moment I had it in my snout I would look up to the sky and smile saying: It's going to rain today.
For some reason I couldn't sleep tonight though, I quietly turned my phones screen on and read the time: 3:14 a.m. My bear was still sleeping next to me, snoring heavily. I remembered when I had first stayed over at his house, I was so happy to be able to sleep next to him; little did I know I wouldn't be sleeping that entire night. I smiled as the memory played in my head and got up now sitting on the bed.
It had been such a long time ago, I was now twenty four finished with my schooling finishing with a Bachelors of Fine Art. We had been together for four years now, he more than agreed to let me stay with him and together we had been so very happy. Something was off tonight though, recently I had just came out to my parents and they took it not so very well. My mother more than my father, my father's sister was also homosexual so he almost grew up with it, so his reaction wasn't as dramatic. My mother on the other hand had been very religious her entire life and to hear those three words: I am gay.
I had to stand up from the bed now feeling tears and quietly walked down the hall. I could feel a sense of depression stirring inside of me, I knew they would warm back up but just that initial reaction I had gotten tore me. I wandered down the hall way, passed by the kitchen and stepped into my little studio. The entire room was white, and as I flicked the light switch on I used the small lever to adjust the dimness. One large window looked out to the back porch and I could see the night desert sky and bits of rain pour down. We lived up on a hill below us a wash which gave us an amazing few day or night the best thing was that it was never to be built on so the view we had would stay forever.
My eyes and body moved to the more important reason I was up though. The unfinished painting I was working on. Whenever I felt introverted this was my sanctuary, recently I had been here a lot for that very reason. That brought me back to my parent's reaction and as I looked at my Mother's painting of some Gladiolus and Sweet Pea flowers I sighed. It was finished waiting to be framed I knew I would do that soon, but I still had other projects to finish. Christmas was in another month and I was busy to work on my gifts for family. One in particular, for the most special person in my entire life, the one who gives me my ups and downs only to try and perfect myself and understand who I am. The one whom I've started to carve my entire lifestyle around, hoping that one day I could finally call him my husband.
I sat up on my wooden stool, took a brush in hand and started to work--I wasn't sure how long you were supposed to spend with someone before you asked for marriage--my brush stroked across the canvas. Four years together felt like so very long, and I had heard recently that heterosexual relationships always were around the three year range... but I wasn't sure for homosexuality. I figured it was around the same range as long as the love between was there. I had known that I was in love with him six months into the relationship and one night the words I love you slipped my tongue, only to find an awe as his response. Another stroke, hearing that had panicked me that I had said it too early. He was very slow in moving with his relationship and those three words didn't leave his mouth until year two. I had to admit that it was heavenly getting that out of him so much relief had filled me that night that I had started crying and explained to him that I was sure he would never say it.
Leaning back in my chair I took a moment and started to cry. I didn't know why, I just did, it just came out all of the sudden and I began laughing on my stool as I looked up at the picture. It was of two bears, obviously in love as their noses were pushed together and eyes deeply locked onto one another. Their noses were two similar shades of reds and their fur was brown and white. Mine being white and his being brown, he favored the grizzly and I favored the polar bears.
It was horrible when I wasn't feeling normal, one small depressing event and it would bring back all the terrible events I went through, my brain was like that for some reason. Like it craved for me to feel sad, hoping that someone would come in and swoop me up and say everything would be alright. I was waiting for my lover to do this actually, as much as I loved him, he was not very good at showing his emotions or saying how much he cared at least from the start. It brought me back to the start of our relationship that all I thought this was was some kind of booty call but as the time went on he started to show how much he cared for me, they had been in small glimpses but they were there. One time in particular we had gone out to my first gay bar, he was much older than me but he wasn't much of a drinker as he would only go when his friends were having an event. It was strange because he hadn't drank at all, and I had gotten myself drunk. I wasn't sure if it was because I denied the grab of someone else who wanted me to play in their alcohol games or what, but he had actually leaned in to kiss me first. This was the first time he had ever done that I always had to lean in and every time I did his eyes would look around as if hoping no one would watch and then I would only receive a little peck.
I stood up from my stool and wandered to the kitchen and removed my bottle of Jack from one of the cabinets and opened up a can of coke. I mixed my drink and went to the living room. The floor was a black stone tile with rough edges accompanied by some nice leather furniture. Half of the four walled room was long tall windows. I was looking straight ahead through the glass; the view put my studios to shame. I sipped my drink, enjoying the jack and coke mixture and just watched. Sitting here contemplating, wondering why I felt so depressed. A new thought was coming through my head wondering where my life would go, wondering if I could convince my lover to marry me, we just needed rings, we didn't need to say vows to anyone but to ourselves or even a simple Yes I will love you forever would work for me. He was definitely not one for attention so a wedding wasn't exactly in his near future.
Sighing to myself I returned to the kitchen for another drink. The rain had not lightened up and wasn't supposed to until later today. It was rare that it ever rained this hard here, I personally did not want to live here for the rest of my life, but because I was an artist I was giving the opportunity to travel a lot. My career really took off when I was twenty three and gotten a couple of my pieces in art galleries in both Chicago and New York City. I let that memory go, the booze was starting to kick in and I found my way back to the kitchen once more.
I stood once more looking out again; arms folded holding the glass drink and started to cry again thinking back to my parents. It was a bad mix and I knew better of alcohol and introversion, but I wasn't in the mood to care.
Then I heard some feet walking across the floor soft at first and then behind me. I smiled feeling two warm arms wrap around me and my lover place his chin on my shoulder. "Hey." He whispered in my ear. "...Are you okay?"
I took another sip. "...Yeah, just thinking."
One paw took the drink from my hand. "You know how you get when you drink while feeling this way."
"I'm not in much of a mood to care. Plus I couldn't sleep so I figured the alcohol would help." I heard the glass be put down. His paws felt my sides and then went around my stomach rubbing gently.
"You're stuck worrying about your parents aren't you?" I gently nodded. "Awe, my poor cutie... You really shouldn't worry about it this much, they'll warm up to it, it just takes a little time adjusting."
I didn't respond.
"Hey..." He waited for my soft response before starting again. "I love you very much Reign." He kissed the side of my face then my jaw and down to my neck where his paws raised and rubbed my shoulders. "Please come back to bed sweetie."
I smiled at the strangeness. "I love you very much too sweetheart." He tugged my arm for me to return to bed with him.
"Please..." I turned to meet his tired eyes and face and smiled. "Everything will be much better in the morning." When I didn't budge he stepped in close and took the back of my head and gently kissed me, deeply. He only parted from my lips our foreheads and nose touching. "I promise sweetie, you'll feel much better in the morning." I nodded this time and walked back to our bedroom together and we slept.