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“I’m going under the rain,” I said and stood up.
“You won, Chloe.”
“Because you let me.”
“You don’t have to go in the rain. It‘s not necessary. We can do something else or play again.”
“I’m still going,” I said and walked away. I could feel myself shivering as I ran down the stairs.
“Chloe,” Tristan called, trailing behind me.
I increased my pace and walked to the back door, leading to the backyard. I looked back at Tristan before stepping outside. I gasped at the shower of rain that soaked me. I laughed and looked up at the sky.
“Time’s up. Let’s go,” Tristan said, extending his hand for me to take but I refused.
I remembered he didn’t like the cold.
“You’re going to catch a cold. Come back inside,” he said, stepping into the rain to get to me.
“This is relaxing,” I said and put my face up to feel the raindrops on my skin.
“Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand.
“Just try it. It’s calming,” I said, pulling him back. “Close your eyes and look up,” I whispered.
He hesitated at first and stared at me like I wasn’t making any sense. He sighed and gave in to my request. He closed his eyes and put his face up.
I watched the raindrops fall on him like glitter dust. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his lips parted slowly at the droplets that touched his lips. He sighed in relief and smiled. I stared at the water that rolled down his lower lip, and I stepped closer like I wasn’t in control of my body. Tristan opened his eyes and looked down at me when he felt my movement.
“That felt nice,” he said in a rough tone.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
We stayed quiet for a while, fighting the thoughts in our heads as we held each other’s gaze.
“I missed you,” Tristan whispered, cupping my left cheek. “It was fucking hard, pretending you weren’t there. Do you know how many nights I stood in front of your door, dying to talk to you and have my arms around you? I’m not perfect, Chloe; I know that. I know some days, I fuck up and make mistakes, and I regret it every day. I’m sorry for that night. Sorry I always mess up and give you reasons to doubt my feelings for you, but I do like you a lot, and it hurts so bad to pretend you’re not next door,” he said.
I looked away, not expecting his words to affect me so deeply.
“Every time I open up to you, I only get hurt in return,” I said.
“I know,” he let out, putting his hand down and pulling away from me. “I don’t want to talk about what happened. I don’t want to go down that memory lane. I wish you could understand how it hurts, just trying to think about it. I’m sorry I get defensive when it comes to my past. I just want you to know, it was never lust. It was much more.”
I didn’t know what to say. I bit on my quivering lip and watched the water drip down his gorgeous face.
“I’m sorry,” he said again and turned away to leave.
I walked in front of him and blocked the way.
“Good night, Chloe,” he said and tried to take the other way, but I got in his way again. He gave me a questioning look, but I said nothing.
Boy, I was starting to feel the cold. I tried to stop myself from shivering. I could feel the goose bumps crawling on my skin. I stepped closer to him, not sure of what I was doing.
How long can I be patient with him? How long can I pretend it doesn’t hurt for him to keep me in the dark? We can work it out. Let’s focus on what we have now, and maybe he’ll eventually trust me enough to tell me what happened.
“What do you want?” he asked as I closed the space between our bodies.
“You, us,” I whispered.
