The Labyrinth of Life

nine

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"i want to know,
have you ever seen the rain?"
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CINZIA DISLIKES rain with a passion.

Rain is a common deal where she came from and although it doesn't exactly have a direct link, somehow it has settled in her mind as an association with the bad things that happened to her.

"Are you glaring at the rain?", Ares chuckles and continues coming closer.

It has been raining since morning, on and off, and it's taking everything in Cinzia to keep calm. She is all fidgety and distracted and she hates every second of it.

"Don't you see how beautiful it is?", The husky voice now falls close to her ears and it soothes her instantly.

Ares likes rain passionately.

Cinzia has never seen anyone who is as fond of rain as he is. It irks her but she has no say in this.

He walks away from her and to the glass doors. She knows what he's going to do and she wants to stop him but it's of no use. He isn't the one to listen.

The door opens and with the glass layer gone, the sound reaches her ears in its full intensity. The wind hits Cinzia hard and blows away the two strands of hair from her face, making goosebumps rise on her skin. The scent of rain fills up her nostrils and for a second, she wants to hold her breath.

When Ares steps out in rain, she hisses. It's as if he has been burned, no, as if she has been the one.

In no time, he gets embraced by the rain and that's when he turns around, with eyes closed.

This man never fails to leave Cinzia entranced.

By giving it a chance, she does see glimpses of what he probably sees and also of a bit more.

What always seemed like darkness looming over her head slowly change into pleasing hues of blue, white and grey painted all over the sky. What seemed like monsters mocking her turn into trees dancing with joy. What seemed like drops of acid take shape of little sparkling crystals.

Rain has never looked so winsome in her eyes. Maybe because it never had him under it.

A rare smile takes over his lips. It catches her eyes and mirrors on hers.

She can feel him not only getting soaked to his skin, but to every inch of his soul.

It's palliating.

Mesmerizing.

A crystal drop hanging by the silk of his hair falls and rests on the slightest curve of his long lashes before slipping down to settle on the softness of his lips.

"Don't you see how beautiful it is?"

But, do you? is what she wants to ask.

She doesn't take her eyes off or even allow it to blink, in the fear that he will fade. This moment will dissipate.

In that brief moment, she lets herself get swayed.

Takes a staggering step forward.

She desires to touch him.

And she does, almost.